The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The chandeliers in the Ministry of Records did not hang so much as they hovered, suspended by a tension that seemed to pull the very air upward into a gilded, fever-dream of bureaucracy and brass. Elias Thorne stood behind the velvet rope, his hands clasped so tightly behind his back that his knuckles turned the color of old parchment, watching his younger sister Clara approach the desk of the...

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