The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bell tolled. It was a heavy sound, iron against iron, shaking the dust from the high rafters. The stone walls of the keep sweated. Cold. Damp. The air tasted of rust and fear. Elias stood by the great iron door. He was old. His joints ached with the wet. He wore his cloak, thick wool, heavy with rain. On his left wrist, he wore the circlet. It was gold. Old gold. It fit tight. It had always...

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