The Pale Garden

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The Pale Garden

The ink was wrong. Elias stopped, his quill hovering above the vellum, the tip trembling as a bead of black liquid swelled and fell, shattering into a starburst on the parchment. It was not the deep, matte black of iron gall, but a sickly, pearlescent grey that seemed to absorb the candlelight rather than reflect it. He looked up, his eyes stinging from the smoke of the tallow lamp that burned...

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