The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The tower fell at dawn. It did not crumble with a roar. It dissolved. The stone turned to ash, the mortar to smoke, and the sky above the valley of Oakhaven filled with a grey, suffocating dust. Sir Julian stood on the battlements, his armor cold against his skin, watching the ruin of his home. He had expected fire. He had expected siege engines. He had not expected the silence that followed...

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