The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of the village square into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the weeping willows and the heavy, leaden sky above, a sky that seemed to press down upon the thatched roofs with the weight of a forgotten grief. Thomas Ashworth sat in the corner of the tavern, his fingers tracing the rim of a clay mug filled with a brew that tasted...

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