The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ink on the northern wall of the keep had begun to bleed again by the time the first snow of the winter of 1342 settled into the drifts outside the arrow slits. I, Sir Eamon, Warden of the Pale, sat in the watchroom with my hands wrapped around a mug of watered ale, staring at the script that seared the stone with a cold, white light. It was a language of angles and voids, a geometry that...

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