The Pale Letter
Chapter One "You’re holding the wrong end of the stick again, Declan." The magistrate’s voice was dry, like the dust settling on the counting room ledgers. Declan Mahoney stood by the heavy oak desk, his hands still raw from the day’s labor in the terraces. He was a bonded scribe now, his trade stripped away, paying a fine that could only be settled in sweat and backaches. The letter in his...
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