The Pale Letter
"Is it a man, or is it a ghost?" Sir Elias Thorne did not answer the question immediately. He stood before the King’s chamber door, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword he had not drawn in three years. The wood of the door was cold, slick with the damp that always seeped through the castle stones in late autumn. Inside, the court was laughing. They were drinking wine that cost more than his...
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