The Pale Verdict

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The Pale Verdict

The nib of the quill bit into the vellum with a sound like a dry bone snapping, and Brother Thomas felt the familiar, cold seep of the Ink of Silence rising through the reed, up the shaft, and into the pores of his thumb. He was forty years old, though the mirrors in the infirmary had long since stopped reflecting his face, showing only a hollowed mask of grey skin and eyes that burned with a...

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