The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The fire in the great hall of the manor did not roar, but it whispered, a dry, rustling sound like the turning of a thousand parchment pages, and the light it cast upon the stone floor was the color of old blood, thick and slow to pool. You sat at the high table, the leather of the chair creaking beneath the weight of your frame, your hands resting on the polished oak, fingers long and stained...

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