The Pale Tale
The ink had dried on the last page of the manuscript, a deep, irrevocable black that seemed to absorb the weak afternoon light filtering through the tall, narrow windows of the university office, and it was only then, in that sudden and terrible silence following the click of the keyboard, that Elias Thorne realized he had not written a single word about the war, or the politics, or the great...
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