The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream came to Elias not as a vision but as a texture, a wet, cold pressure against the back of his neck that persisted even after he had opened his eyes to the grey, damp morning of the scriptorium. He sat at his oak desk, the candle guttering in the draft, and stared at the single drop of black blood that had coalesced on the tip of his quill, a stark and impossible smear against the pale...

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