The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The scales trembled under the weight of the last grain of saffron, a tiny orange eye staring up at me in the dim light of the scriptorium. I had counted the threads forty times, my fingers numb from the cold that seeped through the stone floor, knowing that if I was wrong, the tincture would fail, and the patients in the infirmary would die. The Grey Breath was thick today, a visible haze that...

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