The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

Act I Who pays the price for a voice that cannot be bought? I ask this because the winter solstice feast is here, and the air in the hall tastes of roasting fat and old fear. My brother, Tariq, sits in the corner, his cough a dry rattle that shakes his thin frame, while I hold the bone charm in my palm, its surface slick with the sweat of my own desperate hope. The charm is warm, too warm, and...

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