The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The seal was cracked, the wax darkening like old blood as Elias Thorne pressed his thumb against the parchment, his breath hitching in a damp cellar that smelled of wet wool and rotting straw. He was thirty-four years old, a sergeant with twelve years of service, and the white rose growing from the flesh of his left shoulder was weeping a sap that smelled of iron and crushed mint. The guards...

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