The Pale Shadows
The ink is toxic, Alice Cermak. Do not touch it again." Old Václav stood in the doorway of the archive, his breath pluming in the cold air that seeped through the warped window frames. He looked at the ledger, then at the smear of red on the parchment, and his face went the color of old ash. Alice wiped her nose with a handkerchief that was already dark with dried blood. The taste of copper was...
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