The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The blade did not sing. It screamed. A high, thin note that pierced the air and lodged itself in the marrow of Sir Aelric’s shoulder. He stood in the center of the hall, the floor slick with wax and blood. The torchlight flickered, casting long, jagged shadows against the stone walls. Around him, the men of the garrison waited. Their faces were masks of stone, cold and unyielding. They had come...

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