The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The parchment was wet with dampness and the faint, metallic scent of old blood, a smell that Elias Thorne had grown accustomed to in the subterranean archives of the Kingdom of Aethelgard, where the air hung heavy with the dust of centuries and the silence of the dead. He was thirty years old, a scribe of the Royal Chancery, and his hands, which had once been steady enough to copy the...

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