The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the parchment was not black, but a pale, shifting grey that seemed to breathe in the candlelight, and as I held it, the letters rearranged themselves with a soft, wet sound like a tongue moving against the roof of a mouth. I am Elias Thorne, a clerk of thirty-two years in the service of the Abbey of St. Jude, and my life has narrowed to a single, desperate purpose: to retrieve this...

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