The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The autumn wind rattled the shutters of Thorne Hall, a sound like dry bones clicking together in the dark, and Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the candlelight trembling against the damp stone walls as he dipped his quill into the inkwell. He was thirty-two years old, a scholar of little renown but great pride, and his hands shook not from the cold, but from the terror of the silence that had...

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