The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the parchment was still wet, pooling in the deep grooves of the letter where the scribe had pressed the quill too hard, and Thomas Bradshaw’s fingers were stained black to the second knuckle. He sat in the cold draft of the outpost, a stone watchtower perched on the jagged edge of the Pale Road, the only border between the Kingdom of Aethelgard and the misty, lawless wastes of the...

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