The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The parchment was thin, brittle, and smelled of old wax. I held it up to the candlelight, my fingers stained with ink that would not wash out. It was a bill of sale for three acres of marshland, the signature slanted and sharp, the seal pressed hard into the red wax. My name was on it. I had not signed it. I had not even seen the document before the Master placed it on my desk, a small, polite...

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