The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The final page of the ledger lay open on the oak desk, its surface rough with the grit of old parchment, and I held the quill with a hand that had begun to tremble not from cold, but from the sudden, invasive weight of ink that was not mine. I was thirty years old, a court scribe for the Duke of Halloway, and I had spent the last decade of my life in this drafty office, my fingers stained with...

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