The Pale Tale

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2026-08-19 01:30:05 -

The Pale Tale

The rain hit the slate roof like a handful of gravel. I sat on the wet stone step, my boots caked in the red mud of the lower city. My sword was gone. Not lost. Taken. You ask why I am here? To speak to you, Elias? You are the only one who still looks at me without fear. Or perhaps pity. It is a thin line, and I have walked it too long. The Guildmaster said it was a promotion. "You have...

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