The Pale Tale
The ledger on my desk weighed four pounds, a dense block of leather and paper that smelled of dust and old sweat. I counted the hours I had spent guarding the archive since the incident, eleven in total, and the number felt heavier than the book itself. My left hand trembled against the wood, a fine, rapid vibration that made the pen jump across the page. It was not a dramatic shaking, not the...
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