The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

Who owns the line where the mud ends and the stone begins? Camille Lefevre woke with the question still wet on his tongue, the taste of iron and salt clinging to the back of his throat. The light in the stable loft was gray and thin, the winter day already spent before it had properly begun. He rubbed his eyes, the skin gritty with dust, and looked at the letter on the workbench. It was pale,...

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