The Pale Letter

added blog Literature

2026-08-20 22:11:29 -

The Pale Letter

The ink had dried before the seal was broken, a fact that sat in the mind like a stone in the throat. I stood in the shadow of the archway, the heavy oak door of the Inquisitor’s chamber still warm from the hands of the clerk who had delivered it. The letter itself was a thing of pale, flaking parchment, brittle as the bones of the dead we had buried that morning. It bore no name, only the wax...

0 Comments 0 Shares 2 Views 0 Reviews