The Pale Tale
The ink bled from the seal before Thomas could even think to stop it. It was a slow, dark hemorrhage on the parchment, spreading like a bruise across the vellum, erasing the name of the King and leaving only a void where authority had once been written. Thomas, the Royal Archivist, watched the stain consume the decree. He did not wipe it. He did not scream. He simply stood in the vast, echoing...
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