The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink in my pot has turned the color of old bruises. I am Elias, a scribe of forty-two years, and I have three days left to finish the Royal Ledger. The winter solstice is coming, and with it, the final audit that decides whether I keep my pension or am cast out into the cold. My hands are steady, but the parchment weeps. Every time I press the quill to the page, a faint, dark stain blooms at...

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