The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The wind in the highlands did not blow; it stripped. It peeled the leaves from the ancient oaks with a violence that seemed personal, a scouring of the world that left only the bare, white bones of the branches against the bruised purple of the twilight. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the village of Kael’s Hollow, his uniform pressed and immaculate, a stark rectangle of grey wool...

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