The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The road did not end so much as it dissolved into the mist, a grey tongue of fog that swallowed the cobblestones beneath my boots and erased the horizon line where the sky should have met the earth. I had walked for three days, or perhaps it was three weeks; time had lost its rigid architecture in this place, becoming a fluid, viscous thing that pooled in the hollows of my ribs. My name was...

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