The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, clinging to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s coat with a persistence that felt less like weather and more like an accusation. He sat alone in the back of the armored transport, the metal floor cold against his knees through the heavy canvas, his hands folded in his lap so...

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