The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The iron key sat in my palm, cold enough to burn. It was a simple object, a tumbler key of dark steel, no longer than my thumb, yet it possessed a weight that seemed disproportionate to its size, a heaviness that pulled at the tendons of my hand. I held it over the gas stove in the kitchen of the old manor, the blue flame licking the underside of the metal, while the house settled around me...

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