The Pale Letter
The hammer struck the anvil with a sound like a bone breaking. Giles did not flinch. He did not stop. His hands were steady, though his heart hammered against his ribs like a trapped bird. Around him, the great hall of the King’s court was silent. The knights stood in their armor, polished steel reflecting the torchlight. The courtiers watched from the high galleries, their faces pale and...
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