The Pale Mist

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The Pale Mist

The ink in the well was black, a deep, viscous dark that seemed to pull the light from the scriptorium down into its depths, and as I ground the lapis lazuli against the porphyry slab, the rhythmic scraping sound was the only thing that kept my hands from shaking. I am Elara, a novice of the Abbey of St. Jude, and I have spent three years in this damp, stone-walled room copying the *Book of...

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