The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the Hall of Whispers tasted of copper and old rain. It was a taste I had grown to know as well as my own pulse, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled deep in the lungs, a constant reminder that I was here, that I was alive, and that I was wrong. I stood before the Obsidian Gate, my hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the...

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