The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

You hold the inkpot. It is heavy. The glass is thick, clouded with age. Inside, the liquid is black and still. You do not write. You only watch the surface. It ripples when you breathe. The air in the room is cold. It smells of dust and dried lavender. You are alone. The candle burns low. The flame shakes in the draft from the window. Your name is Thomas. You work for the Archivist. He is a man...

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