The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The wall cracked. It split down the center. Stone dust fell like snow. The air turned thick. It tasted of iron. And old, dry bone. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the dark. He held his rifle tight. The wood groaned. The castle was dying. It had stood for three hundred years. Now it bled. A scream tore through the hall. Not human. Not quite. It was a sound of tearing silk. Elias moved forward. His...

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