The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink was still wet on the ledger when the knock came, a sharp, rhythmic tapping that seemed to vibrate through the mahogany table and into the bones of my wrists. I did not look up immediately. I was calculating the depreciation of the north wing’s roof tiles, a tedious arithmetic that required a quiet mind, and the sound of the doorbell, followed by the heavy footfall in the hall, disrupted...

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