The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain drummed against the leaded windows of the Archive, a rhythmic tapping that Elias Thorne had learned to ignore over twenty years of service. He adjusted his spectacles, the cold glass pressing against the bridge of his nose, and turned the page of the ledger. The late King’s correspondence was a labyrinth of vellum and parchment, each document a relic of a court that no longer existed,...

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