The Pale Letter
The sword was a mistake. That was the first thought that cleared the fog. The second thought was the smell of iron. The third was the pain in his shoulder, a hot, jagged thing that pulsed with his heartbeat. Silas Vane dropped the blade. It clattered on the cobblestones. He did not look at it. He looked at the man on the ground. The man was not dead. He was breathing. He was staring up at the...
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