The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hall smelled of stale beer and wet wool. A long table cut through the center of the stone room, heavy with plates of salted pork and dark bread. The candles were low. They guttered in the draft that whistled through the cracks in the ancient walls. Mara sat at the far end. Her hands were still. They rested on the rough wood. She did not eat. She watched the fire. The flames licked at the...

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