The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

Could a man drink his own name and still walk upright? I woke with the taste of chalk in my mouth, the White Tower rising in the dark of my mind, a structure of pale stone that mirrored my own hollow face. I am Clifford Zorn, thirty-two, a scribe in the ancient city of Keth, though the air here smells of wet wool and rotting cabbage, and the light comes in at a slant that makes the shadows look...

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