The Pale Letter

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The Pale Letter

The quill was too soft, Abbot, and the ink would not take the parchment without a struggle." Elias spoke, his voice thin against the heavy silence of the scriptorium, where the air was thick with the smell of drying oak gall and the damp chill of the stone floor. "I am bleeding, Father. The hand trembles not from age, but from the cold that seeps through the floorboards into the bone." The...

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