The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The chisel slips, biting into the granite, and the sound it makes is not the sharp ring of stone on stone but a low, wet groan that vibrates in the roots of your teeth. You pull your hand back, shaking out the numbness that has settled into your knuckles, and look up at the Guild Master who is standing at the edge of the scaffold, his face a mask of professional disappointment. He does not...

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