The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud in the valley of the Ouse was not merely wet but a living, sucking thing that held the boots of the men of the Watch with a tenacious, cold grip, and the air tasted of iron and old rain, a metallic tang that coated the back of Thomas Bradshaw’s throat as he raised his halberd, the steel head gleaming dully in the twilight, not with the promise of victory but with the grim, exhausted...

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