The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink on the parchment was still wet, a dark, viscous pool that threatened to bleed through the thin skin of the vellum, and you held the quill with a grip that had long since lost its natural flexibility, your knuckles white against the dark wood of the desk. The smell of the chancellery was a heavy, cloying mixture of tallow, old paper, and the metallic tang of fear, a scent that had...

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