The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron gate shattered before I could speak. It did not bend. It did not groan. It exploded into a spray of cold, grey shards that sang in the wind like broken teeth. I stood on the other side, my breath hitching in my throat, watching the metal rain down onto the frost-bitten grass. This was the boundary. This was the line I had crossed to save myself, or so I told the hollow space behind my...

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