The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink on the parchment did not dry so much as it settled, a dark, viscous stain that seemed to pull the light from the candle flame, dimming the air in the scriptorium until the only brightness left was the cold, blue moonlight cutting through the high, narrow windows of the monastery. Elara stood before the writing desk, her fingers stained black to the knuckles, the smell of iron and oak...

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