The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train hissed, a long, dying breath that smelled of coal smoke and wet wool. Elias Thorne stepped off the platform at Ashen Valley, the air biting at his exposed skin with a chill that went deeper than bone. He carried no luggage, only the heavy, rusted weight of his service revolver holstered against his hip and a small, leather-bound notebook tucked into his breast pocket. The notebook was...

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