The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cobblestones of Harrowgate do not merely hold the weight of the city; they speak. It is a low, granular susurration, like dry leaves skittering across a grave, but if one presses a bare foot to the cold, pale surface at dawn, the sound resolves into names. I have been the Magistrate of this district for twenty years, and for twenty years I have worn thick-soled boots to keep the whispers at...

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