The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog did not roll in; it descended like a shroud, thick and gray, smelling of wet wool and old blood. It swallowed the village of Oakhaven whole, erasing the church spire and the thatched roofs until the world was reduced to a single, suffocating breath. Captain Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the square, his boots sinking into the mud that had turned to slurry by dawn. He was a man of...

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