The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The parchment lay on the oak desk, damp and heavy, smelling of iron and old blood. Elias adjusted his quill, his fingers trembling around the bone handle, and watched the ink pool in the well. It was the year of the plague, 1348, and the Abbey of St. Jude was dying of a sickness that did not touch the lungs but the mind. The Abbot was dead, or dying, and Elias, a scribe of forty years with a...

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