The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the parchment did not dry; it wept. I stood before the iron door of the Black Tower’s lowest cell, the weight of the Chancellor’s seal heavy in my breast pocket, and watched the crimson fluid bead on the stone floor like fresh blood from a wound that would not close. I am Sir Aldous, of the King’s Guard, forty years old with knees that ache when the frost bites deep, and I have spent...

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