The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey veil over the village of Oakhaven. It clung to the cobblestones. It soaked into the wool of coats. It settled deep in the bones. Elara Vance stood at the window of the library. The glass was cold. Her breath fogged the pane. She watched her reflection. It was a ghost. Thin. Sharp-eyed. Old. The years had eaten her softness. They had left only the...

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