The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink is black. It is cold. It smells of iron and old rain. You hold the quill like a bone. Your hand shakes, but you do not let it drop. The palace is silent. It has been silent for three days. The King is dead. The court is empty. The servants have fled. Only you remain. And the stain. You are a scholar. You know this. You have spent your life in the archives, tracing the lineage of kings...

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