The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ledger book lay open on the heavy oak desk, its pages thick as leather, the ink still wet and glistening under the amber light of the single oil lamp. You sat in the high-backed chair, your spine rigid, your fingers trembling slightly as they hovered over the quill. The air in the scriptorium was thick with the scent of beeswax and old parchment, a smell that had settled into the very...

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