The Pale Tale
The candlelight in the Archives of the High Court did not so much illuminate the room as it struggled to hold back the encroaching darkness, a battle that had been raging for three centuries and showed no sign of yielding. Elias Thorne sat hunched over a ledger bound in cracked leather, his quill scratching a rhythm that matched the erratic beating of his heart, for he had found it, the anomaly...
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