The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The autumn wind howled through the high windows of Lord Aldric’s manor, carrying the scent of woodsmoke and rotting leaves into the great hall where the feast was laid out. You sat at the far end of the long oak table, your fingers white-knuckled around the small, pale letter tucked into the fold of your tunic, the parchment cool and dry against your palm. The hall was a cavern of candlelight...

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