The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The locket was heavy in Aldric’s hands, a cold weight of silver that felt wrong against the sweat of his palms. He had found it in the pocket of his wife’s shroud, a place she would have never put it, as if she had hidden it there in the final hours before the fever took her. The paper inside was pale, almost white, and the ink on it moved, shifting like dark veins under skin. It was a letter,...

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