The Pale Letter
Chapter One "You held it too tight, Struan. That is why it broke." The voice was soft, almost kind, but the room did not hear it. The banquet hall in the last licensed newsroom smelled of damp wool and the metallic tang of recycled oxygen. Struan Rattray stood at the head of the table, his knuckles white around the porcelain bird. It was a small thing, a blue-and-white sparrow with a crack...
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