The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The glass vial is warm in your hand, the liquid inside a pale, milky white, swirling lazily like cream in coffee. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, a clerk in the decaying Ashworth manor, and you have spent the last six months scraping together coins to pay off your brother’s debt, a debt that was not money but sickness. The wasting sickness has taken your mother, your father, and now it is...

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