The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The parchment was thin, brittle as a winter leaf, and the ink had faded to the color of dried blood. I held it up to the candlelight in the scriptorium, my fingers trembling not from the cold, which was biting and absolute, but from the sudden, violent recognition of the signature scrawled in the margin. It was my father’s hand, distinct and jagged, certifying a land grant that had never...

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