The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village into slick, black mirrors reflecting the low, bruised clouds above. In the stone keep of Lord Aldous Thorne, which stood isolated on a cliff edge overlooking the churning sea, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool, extinguished candles, and the metallic tang of old fear. Here,...

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