The Pale Shadows

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The Pale Shadows

The dream was always the same: a sheet of parchment curling inward, the ink bubbling and blackening as the heat rose, the words dissolving into ash before they could mean anything. Thomas woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs, the damp chill of the scriptorium pressing against his skin like a wet wool cloak. He was twelve years old, and his fingers were stained indigo from the...

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