The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The feast was not a celebration of joy but a ritual of exhaustion, a sprawling, muddy tableau of bodies huddled beneath the low, soot-blackened rafters of the keep’s great hall. We sat on the cold stone floor, our armor rusted into the skin of our forearms, and we ate. The food was a thick, grey porridge, heavy with the smell of rendered fat and stale bread, a substance that seemed less like...

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