The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The feast was a riot of color and scent, a chaotic tapestry woven from the heavy, cloying perfume of rose petals and the sharp, metallic tang of old blood, yet my eyes were fixed not on the silversmith’s gleaming goblets or the embroidered damask draping the high table, but on the small, unassuming clay pot that sat in the center of the stone floor, its lid slightly askew, leaking a faint,...

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