The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell in sheets, cold and relentless, washing the mud from the cobblestones of the old town. Elias Thorne walked with his head down. He carried a leather satchel over his shoulder. It was heavy. Inside lay his tools. They were simple things. Hammers. Files. Small vials of oil. He was a watchmaker. Or he had been. Now he was a man on the run. The town was small. It sat in a valley where...

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