The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

Celeste Reaux’s hand moved in a steady, mechanical arc across the vellum, the quill scratching a rhythm that felt less like writing and more like carving into the wet clay of his own mind. He was thirty years old, a scribe of the third generation on the Martian colony, and he was currently losing the name of his brother. The commission from the Bishop of the Orbital Dock was simple: transcribe...

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