The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The rain fell in sheets of silver wire, stitching the sky to the ground. Elias stood on the precipice of the Obsidian Cliffs, his boots sinking into the wet shale. He held the compass in his left hand, a brass instrument of intricate design. Its needle spun wildly, defying the magnetic laws that governed the world below. He had been walking for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time in the...

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