The Pale Letter
The house was silent. Silence had a weight. It pressed against the walls. It settled in the dust. Elias stood in the hallway. He held the letter. The paper was thin. It was pale. It looked like bone. He turned it over. The ink was faded. It was a seal. A red wax seal. It was cracked. It was worn. It had been worn for years. Not days. Years. The wax was cold. It felt like clay. It felt like...
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