The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had stopped, but the silence that followed was heavier. It pressed against the windows of the old manor, a thick, wet blanket that smelled of rot and damp wool. Elias stood in the hallway, his hand resting on the banister. The wood was cold. It had always been cold here. He looked at his fingers. They were long, pale things, wrapped in leather gloves that had long since lost their...

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