The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain had not ceased for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a mirror reflecting the bruised sky above, and in the center of that wet, weeping square stood the gallows, a stark, blackened cross of oak that seemed to absorb the light rather than cast it, its shadows stretching long and thin across the mud like the fingers of the dead...

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