The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron lantern hung from the eaves of the abandoned watchtower, a rusted eye that wept oil into the dark, and Elias Thorne stood before it with his hands trembling not from the cold, which was a dry and biting thing that settled into the marrow, but from the terrible, crushing weight of the thing he carried in his chest, a secret that had grown so large over the last forty years that it had...

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