The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The candle had burned down to a stub, a white pillar of tallow that wept slowly onto the iron holder, but the man did not notice. He sat in the high-backed chair of the Grand Chamber, his hands resting on the arms as if they were pinned there by the weight of the air. The room was vast, a cathedral of stone and shadow where the light from the single flame seemed to breathe, expanding and...

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