The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The mortar was stone, cold and unyielding, and the vial in Silas’s hand trembled with a violence that matched his pulse. "Crush it, Thomas," Silas hissed, his eyes darting to the cellar door as if the Duke’s men were already picking the lock. "Now. Before it cools." The boy, pale and shaking, looked at the liquid inside. It was not water, nor wine, nor oil. It was a pale, viscous moonlight,...

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