The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The loom clattered in the damp cellar, a rhythmic, wooden heartbeat that seemed to pulse through the floorboards of the old manor, vibrating up into the marrow of Silas Thorne’s bones. He was not weaving cloth, though the mechanism was that of a weaver, but rather a tapestry of light and shadow, a complex optical illusion that the village elders called the Eye of God, or perhaps simply the...

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