The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The feast in the Hall of Whispers was a riot of gold and rot, a banquet of shadows that tasted of iron and old blood. I sat at the far end of the table, my hands stained with the grease of the forge, watching the light catch the edges of the crystal goblets until they looked like frozen tears. Lord Vane sat at the head, his face a mask of polite cruelty, carving a pheasant with a knife that...

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