The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The ledger of the night watch was a thing of precise, cold arithmetic: three hours of silence, two hours of wind, and one hour of the strange, rhythmic knocking that had begun beneath the chapel floor. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the damp gloom of the barracks, his back against the stone wall, counting the seconds between each dull thud as if he could wear the rhythm down into submission. He...

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