The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones, a rhythmic, wooden complaint that matched the ache in my joints. We were traveling north, toward the capital, where the air was said to be cleaner and the law was said to be stricter. I sat in the corner of the hired coach, my back pressed against the vibrating wood, watching the gray fields blur past the glass. Beside me, Eleanor did not...

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