The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream began with the smell of wet lime and old wood, a scent that had seeped into the bones of Elias Thorne for forty years before he ever learned to name it. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, but the hall was not the one he knew. The walls, usually thick with the dust of centuries and the weight of his own silent judgment, were bare, stripped to the raw timber of the oak beams. The...

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