The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The blade of the scraper bit into the vellum with a sound like tearing skin, and Brother Thomas Bradshaw did not stop, could not stop, as the ink of the *Book of Hours* bled across the page in a dark, irreversible stain. He was forty years old, though the mirror in the silver inkwell suggested a face far older, etched with the lines of a man who had already died and was only now being scraped...

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