The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The quill trembled in George Baxendale’s hand, the nib hovering a fraction of an inch above the vellum, the tip wet with iron gall ink that had already begun to dry in the cold air of the scriptorium. He was thirty-four, and his fingers were mapped with the pale scars of decades spent holding steel and goose feather, the skin around his knuckles cracked and peeling from the alkaline wash used...

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