The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The debt was forty-three shillings and sixpence, a sum that had accumulated over four years of copying psalters until the ink stained Elias’s cuticles the color of dried blood. He counted the hours in the scriptorium by the drip of the rain against the high windows, each drop a tick against the winter solstice deadline that the Abbot had set in stone. Elias was thirty years old, his back curved...

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