The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The vial in Sir Eamon’s hand was small, no larger than a thumb, and it held a liquid that looked like moonlight trapped in glass. It was pale, almost white, and it swirled with a slow, hypnotic grace that drew the eyes of every man in the great hall. He sat at the edge of the long oak table, his armor clinking softly as he shifted, his fingers wrapped tightly around the cool glass. The banquet...

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