The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The clock on the wall of the appraisal room did not tick. It sat there, a silent, mahogany monolith, its hands frozen at ten past four, marking a time that had ceased to exist for Elias Thorne. The air in the room was still, thick with the dust of centuries and the heavy, unspoken weight of authority. Elias sat at the center of the circle, his hands resting on the edge of the velvet table,...

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