The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The nib of the quill scratches against the vellum, a sound like a bone grinding against stone. You are Elias Thorne. Your hand trembles, not from age, but from the sudden, violent drying of the ink before it can settle. The drop hangs, trembling, a bead of black oil that refuses to bond with the fiber. You watch it pop, a tiny, wet explosion that leaves no mark. This is the third failure in an...

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