The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain in the city of Aethelgard does not wash things clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors that reflect the soot of the chimneys back up into the grey sky. You stand on the threshold of the Archive, your fingers stained black with ink and the residue of old binding glue, watching the carriage pull away. It carries Sir Julian, the Dean who has just...

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