The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Act I Caitriona Hegarty’s hand moved in a steady, practiced arc, the quill scratching against the damp parchment. She was forty-two, and the cold in the scriptorium had settled deep into her knuckles, a pain that felt older than her bones. The ink was wrong. It was not the black of oak gall and iron, but a pale, living silver that seemed to drink the weak light from the window. She had come to...

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