The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The feast was held in a hall that did not exist on any map of the living world, a place where the air tasted of iron and old rain. Soldiers sat at long tables carved from pale wood that wept sap like tears, eating meat that was grey and cold, yet somehow nourishing. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table, his hands resting on the wood, steady as stone. He was a man of few words, a...

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