The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The quill scratched against the vellum, a sound like a mouse gnawing on a bone. Thomas Bradshaw’s hand trembled, the ink blotting into the parchment like a bruise spreading under skin. He was twelve years old, and his fingers were stiff from the cold that seeped through the stone floor of the Abbey of St. Jude. The winter solstice was three days away, and the Bishop’s deadline was absolute. If...

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