The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink was dry. That is what they said. I stood before the magistrate. The room smelled of damp wool and old paper. My hands were shaking. Not from cold. From the weight of the thing I held. A small leather book. Bound in pale calfskin. The spine was cracked. The edges frayed. It looked like a thing that had been used. Much. Until it gave way. "You know why you are here, Mr. Ashworth," the...

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