The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink is dry. It is always dry by the time you notice the stain. You hold the quill in your right hand. The paper is white. It is too white. It bleaches the color from the room. You are in the scriptorium. It is midnight. The candles are fat. They do not flicker. They burn with a steady, cold light. The air smells of oak gall and iron. It smells of blood. You are the Archivist. You are the...

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