The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The parchment lay on the desk, its edges curling slightly in the dry heat of the room, bearing the seal of the Crown and the cold, precise script of a clerk who cared nothing for the hands that would have to sign it. Elias Ashworth stared at the document, his fingers hovering over the paper, trembling with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the palsy that...

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