The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The quill felt heavier than it should have, a sliver of feather that seemed to weigh as much as a lead weight in your hand, the nib dragging through the vellum with a friction that made your knuckles ache. You were Brother Thomas, forty years old, your shoulders hunched permanently from decades of bending over desks, and the cellar of the Abbey of St. Jude smelled of damp stone and the sharp,...

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