The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall smelled of roasted goose and stale wax. Candles guttered in the brass sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the wallpaper. Professor Arthur Penhaligon sat at the head of the table, his fork suspended in mid-air. He stared at the plate before him. The gravy had congealed into a dark, ropy mesh. It looked like a web. It looked like a trap. "Professor, you are not...

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