The Pale Tale
"You are breaking the seal, Thomas. Do you understand what that means? The ink is still wet, but the intent is dry. You are breaking the seal." Margaret’s voice was not loud, but it cut through the heavy, stagnant air of the council chamber like a blade through silk. It was a voice that had learned to speak in whispers because the walls here were not just plaster and stone, but ears. We sat in...
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