The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink on the parchment was still wet, glistening with a viscosity that suggested it had been mixed with something thicker than water, perhaps the sweat of a man who had not slept in three days, and Thomas Bradshaw, a clerk of the minor chancery in a village that smelled perpetually of damp wool and woodsmoke, pressed the quill into the wax with a force that cracked the seal, a sound like a...

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