The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The quill snapped against the parchment, a dry crack that echoed in the small, stifling room, and I stared at the ink bleeding through the page like a wound that refused to close. My fingers, stained black to the second knuckle, trembled not from the cold but from the racking cough that had seized my lungs for the third time that morning. Outside, the wind tore at the shallow tin roofs of the...

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