The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The air in the scriptorium tasted of lilies and rot. Elias Thorne pressed his quill into the parchment, the ink spreading in a dark, jagged vein. He was thirty-two, a scribe of modest rank, and he was trembling. Outside, the city of Oakhaven lay under a blanket of snow, but the windows were frosted with a pale, unnatural mist that clung to the glass like breath. It was October 14, 1348, and the...

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