The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall. It pressed. You felt it against your cheek as the carriage groaned over the mud. The wheels stuck. They always stuck here. You were tired. Your bones ached with a dull, rhythmic throb that matched the creak of the axle. You were a man of the Order. A keeper of the silence. But today, the silence felt heavy. It sat in your throat like a stone. The village of Oakhaven was a...

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