The Pale Tower
The parchment lay flat on the oak table, its edges curling slightly under the weight of the single, heavy quill that Elias Thorne held in his left hand. It was a simple document, an execution order for a woman named Elara who had been accused of poisoning the Duke’s grain stores, yet the ink that flowed from the nib did not behave as ink should, pooling on the skin of his palm rather than the...
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