The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall. It hovered. Miles Vane walked the wet cobbles of the old town. His boots slipped. He did not care. The water was thick. It smelled of iron. It smelled of old blood. He walked toward the gate. The gate was high. It was black iron. It was cold to the touch. He touched it. His fingers were blue. "Is it open?" he asked. The guard looked up. The guard was old. His face was a...

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