The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The quill tip hovered over the parchment, trembling like a leaf caught in a gale that only Elias Thorne could feel. He pressed the nib down, but the ink bled into a thick, black blot that swallowed the date he was trying to write. Around him, the archive was silent except for the rhythmic, heavy sigh of the water wheel turning outside the window. That sound had been with him for thirty years, a...

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