The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

Elias. The name was spat out by Master Aldric like a piece of chewed apple, landing on the stone floor of the Guild Hall with a wet, final thud. It was a summons, not a greeting, and it hung in the air, heavy with the smell of damp wool and the tallow that caked the walls of the archive room. Elias stood before the desk, his hands still stained with iron gall ink, his fingers trembling slightly...

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