The Pale Shadows
The ink bled into the parchment with a wet, sucking sound that seemed to pull the air out of the room, and Thomas Ashworth watched the black stain spread across the page like a bruise forming on pale skin, his hand trembling not from fear but from the sudden, crushing weight of a truth he had not asked to carry, while outside the high, narrow windows of the scriptorium, the bells of St. Jude’s...
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