The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell in sheets. It was the kind of rain that turned the road to the village of Oakhaven into a slurry of brown mud. Elias walked. His boots were heavy. They were soaked through. He carried his sword in a cloth bag over his shoulder. It was not drawn. It was not even sharpened. It was just metal. Cold, dead metal. He had walked for three days. His legs ached. His back ached. His mind...

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