The Pale Dance

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The Pale Dance

Eugene Tillman’s hand shook as he dipped the quill, the ink heavy and black against the pale vellum. He was thirty-two, a scribe in the back room of Lord Vane’s manor, and he wanted only to copy the final page of his dying wife’s journal to secure their child’s inheritance. What stood against him was the Pale Mark, a recurring ink stain that appeared on parchment only when Eugene lied. He had...

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