The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink on the ledger is black, but the stain on your wrist is white. You sit at the oak desk in the Bureau of Civil Records, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and old paper, and you watch the translucent smear spread beneath your skin like frost on glass. Magistrate Vane stands over you, his shadow a long, dark blade across the floorboards. He does not shout. He does not need to....

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