The Pale Exile
Act I “You’ve missed the seal again, Maeve.” The Bishop’s voice was thin, stretched tight over the silence of the scriptorium, hanging in the air like a wire that might snap at the slightest tremor. I looked down at the parchment, my fingers trembling as they brushed the edge of the Codex of Silence, the ink still wet and black as a bruise, the letters rearranging themselves in a slow, terrible...
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