The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dampness in the scriptorium of St. Jude’s Abbey did not smell of mold, but of old ink and the slow decay of vellum, a scent that had permeated Brother Elias’s skin over the twenty years he had served as the head scribe. He sat hunched over the *Book of Hours*, his quill moving in the precise, rhythmic arcs that had made his name renowned among the monastic houses of the valley, yet his...

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