The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The moth was pale, the color of old bone, and it sat on your inkwell as if it had always been there. You did not scream, though your hand jerked back as if burned. Instead, you watched it unfold its wings, a delicate, terrifying architecture of white, and heard a whisper that was not sound but a vibration in the marrow of your teeth. It said your name, *Edward*, but in a tongue that had no...

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