The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You are the clerk. You sit at the desk. The ink is dry. The candle gutters. The wind screams outside. It is the city of glass and bone. It is the age before the light. You feel the cold in your marrow. You feel the weight of the seal. It is wax. It is black. It is heavy. It presses against your palm. It is a path. It is a boundary. It is the edge of the world. You do not cross it. You stay...

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