The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The quill sat in Elias Thorne’s hand, the nib worn to a point so fine it seemed less like a tool and more like a bone shard, a remnant of some ancient, forgotten beast. He held it over the parchment, the inkwell resting on the cold stone table before him, and waited for the silence of the cell to settle into the rhythm of his breathing. The High Court’s dungeons were not built for comfort, but...

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