The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The damp in the library of Blackwood Manor did not smell of rot, but of old paper and the metallic tang of blood, a scent that Elias Thorne had come to associate with the weight of his own hands. He sat alone in the high-backed chair, the fire long since banked to embers, and stared at the ledger open on his lap, the ink of the entries shifting and bleeding like a wound that refused to close....

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