The Pale Letter
The winter of 1342 has settled into a grey, suffocating silence, and I find myself unable to sleep without the sound of the loom in my ears. I am Elias Thorne, a merchant of wool and linen, forty years old and burdened by a debt that my father left me like a stone in a shoe. The contract with Duke Halvor is my only salvation; if I deliver the masterwork by the spring equinox, the debt is...
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