The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The nib of your pen scrapes against the vellum, a sound like a fingernail dragging across a chalkboard, as you try to finish the flourish on the letter 'S' of *Sovereignty*. It is Thursday, and the Mayor’s seal is due by Friday noon. Your hands are steady, but the air in the workshop feels thick, pressing down on your shoulders with the weight of wet wool. You are Elias Thorne, a master...

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