The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink is drying on the parchment. You are shaking. Your hands tremble not from cold, though the stone floor of the scriptorium is a slab of winter, but from the weight of the lie you are about to seal into wax. The Master, Brother Aldous, stands over you. His shadow falls long across the desk, a dark pillar blocking the single shaft of light from the high window. He does not speak. He does...

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