The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The banquet hall was thick with smoke and the smell of roasting pork. Torches flickered in iron sconces, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls. In the center, a young squire named Thomas sat on a low bench. He was twelve years old, with hands that trembled slightly. The hall was a place of loud voices and heavy cups. Lords raised their mugs to the King. They spoke of border...

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