The Pale Letter

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2026-08-21 19:35:28 -

The Pale Letter

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village into slick, dark mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky. You are lying in the straw, the dampness seeping through your tunic and into the marrow of your bones, a cold that has nothing to do with the temperature and everything to do with the weight of what you have done. The walls of the...

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