The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mist does not lift. It thickens. You step off the cobblestones of the old village square and onto a path that has no business existing, a strip of mossy earth that spirals downward into a valley of pale, silent trees. Your name is Elara, though the wind here strips it from you, leaving only the sound of your own breathing and the creak of your boots. You are not the daughter of the Miller....

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