The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The root was the size of a man’s thumb, and it was white, a pale, wet white that seemed to suck the light out of the kitchen table where I held it in my trembling hands. "It’s not dead, Elias," Silas had said, his voice rasping like dry leaves scraping across stone, "it’s waiting." I had bought it from him for three silver coins and a promise, the promise being that I would not ask where he dug...

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