The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The stone bites. You bleed. The blood is warm. It hits the cold flagstones. It smells of iron. You are in the Keep. The air is thick. It tastes of rot. And old dust. And fear. You are a prisoner here. Or so they say. You are a sinner. That is worse. The walls are high. They are white. They are peeling. Like skin. Like the face of a dead god. You look at them. You have looked at them for years....

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