The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The ink was black. It was not just black. It was a void. It sat in the well. Elias watched it. He watched it for hours. The cell was small. The stone was cold. His hands were rough. They were stained. The stain did not wash off. It was in the skin. It was in the bone. A knock came. Soft. Then hard. Then soft again. "Open," said a voice. Elias did not move. "Open, Elias." The voice was high. It...

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