The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The parchment was cold, but the hand was warm. Elias held the severed limb in his left palm, its skin pale and taut, while his right hand gripped the quill. The year was 1348, and the air in the scriptorium of St. Jude’s Monastery smelled of wet stone, rotting wool, and the metallic tang of old blood. Outside, the plague had turned the village of Whitmore into a graveyard of the living, but...

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