The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The quill held three drops of ink, a measure of patience that Elias had run out of. He counted the hours since Lord Valerius had last drawn a full breath, seven in total, and the air in the keep’s upper chamber grew thick with the scent of rotting lilies and stale sweat. Elias was twelve, an apprentice scribe bound by indenture to the Valerius line, and his only desire was to finish the...

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