The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the parchment was not merely black, but a deep, bruised violet that seemed to absorb the thin light filtering through the high, arched windows of the scriptorium. Elias Thorne, a man whose spine had long since surrendered its youthful rigidity to the gentle, unyielding curve of age, sat hunched over the oak table, his fingers trembling not from the chill of the November air, but from...

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