The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The candle flame in the scriptorium flickered with a violent, erratic pulse, casting long, jagged shadows across the oak table where Elara’s hands lay still, trembling slightly as she stared at the empty space where her personal codex had rested only moments before. She was thirty-two years old, a novice scribe of twelve years’ service, and in that single, silent theft, the architecture of her...

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