The Pale Letter
Jose Jorge, thirty-two, writes to his elder brother, demanding the return of their late mother’s silver locket. I need it to complete a ritual that will heal my shattered left hand, a wound that has festered for three years since I failed to save our sister from the river. My fingers tremble as I press the quill to the parchment, the ink bleeding into the fibers like a bruise spreading under...
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