The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The frost had taken the glass of the scriptorium window three days prior, and by the time the bell for Prime tolled, I had counted forty-seven lines of Latin on the vellum, each stroke of the quill scratching against the animal skin with a sound like dry leaves tearing. My fingers were numb, the ink freezing in the nib, but I could not stop; the Abbot had promised me the position of Chief...

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