The Pale Letter
The Pale Letter was tucked into the corner of your desk, a sheet of skin so thin it seemed woven from the mist that gathers in the moat at dawn. It glowed with a cold, pale light when you touched it, a luminescence that pulsed in time with your own heart, revealing the trembling of your hands not from the fear of the Duke’s wrath, but from the secret, obsessive devotion to the order he imposed...
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