The Pale Echo
The letter lay on the desk, its seal broken, the paper yellowing at the edges where it had been folded and refolded by nervous hands. You read it twice, the ink blurring slightly under the harsh fluorescent light, the words from the Ministry of Internal Affairs stark and cold against the grain of the wood. It ordered your immediate transfer to the estate of Lord Vane to investigate the "Pale...
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