The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The cylinder is cold in your hands, colder than the iron desk of the Guild archive where it sat for three days. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and the senior archivist has not slept since Mr. Abernathy’s body was hauled out of the east wing. The wax seal is pale, almost white, and it bears no crest, only a faint impression of a tree. You want to open it. You want to know what Abernathy was...

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