The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The year was 1348, and the snow fell not as white flakes but as gray ash, settling on the thatched roofs of Oakhaven like a shroud. Elias Thorne stood at the village gate, the weight of his wool cloak pressing against his shoulders, a burden he had carried for twenty years until the fabric was thin as parchment and fragile as old skin. He was a scribe, a man of ink and silence, and he held in...

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