The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink was not black, but a bruised purple, thick as dried blood and smelling faintly of iron and rot. Elias Thorne held the quill with a hand that trembled not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the seconds ticking away in the clock tower above the Council Chamber. He was not a man of the court, nor had he ever sought to be. He was a clerk, a keeper of records, a prisoner of...

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