The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink was black. It stained my fingers. It stained my mind. I wrote the name. Thomas Bradshaw. I wrote it again. And again. The pen scratch was a jagged sound in the quiet room. Outside, the rain fell. It did not stop. I am a scribe. That is what they call me. A clerk. A man of records. I do not judge. I do not pray. I only transcribe. The institution demands accuracy. The institution demands...

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