The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

My hands were already stained when I woke. Chapter One The ink on the Codex Lumen was black, but it smelled of iron and old blood. I was copying the genealogies, my quill scratching against the vellum, when the whisper started. It was not a sound so much as a pressure in the teeth. You are the daughter of the sinner. I knew the voice. It was my father’s, dead these ten years, his words slipping...

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