The Pale Letter
Chapter One "You left the gate ajar, you fool." The voice came from the shadows of the courtyard, wet and heavy as the autumn rain that slicked the stones. Yasaman Zandi did not answer. He gripped the hilt of his sword, the bronze pommel cold against his palm, and watched the three figures emerge from the dark. They were the enforcers of the Pale Court, their faces obscured by hoods, their...
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