The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mud had taken nine hours to cross the last mile. Elias counted the steps in his head, a grim tally of resistance, as the earth of the border road sucked at his boots with a viscous, unnatural weight. It was not merely wet; it was hungry. The year was 1342, and the air tasted of iron and wet stone, a metallic tang that coated the back of his throat. He held the sealed letter against his...

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