The Pale Shadows
The parchment lay on the oak table, its edges curling slightly in the damp air of the infirmary, bearing the seal of the City Council and a decree that stripped Elias of his title, his practice, and his right to enter the wards. He read it twice, the ink still wet and smelling of iron and vinegar, while the candle in the iron sconce sputtered and cast long, trembling shadows against the stone...
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