The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

The ink in the *Codex Luminis* did not dry; it wept. Elara watched the black liquid bead on the vellum, a slow, viscous tear that tracked down the margin of the page, pooling in the carved groove of the desk. It was the third day since Master Aldric had collapsed in the scriptorium, his breath rattling with the black spots of the plague, and the third day since the text had begun to bleed. She...

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