The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The parchment lay flat on the oak desk, its surface a pale, stretched skin that seemed to breathe in the candlelight, and Thomas Bradshaw stared at the single, illegible smear of ink that marred the center of the page, a wound that had opened not from a drop of pigment but from the sweat of his own failing hand. He was forty years old, a scribe of the Abbey of St. Jude, and for three days his...

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