The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The sky tore open above the valley of Ashenmoor, raining down a sleet that was not water but something thick and grey, like ash from a burnt library. It coated the cobblestones in a slick, silent layer. The village below did not scream. It merely stopped. The wind died. The clocks in the square froze, their hands trembling before settling on the same minute forever. This was the beginning of...

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