The Pale Tale
The mud sucks at your boots. It is thick. It is cold. You drag your leg forward. You drag it again. The forest is dark. The air smells of rot and iron. You are not alone. You are with Elias. He walks beside you. He does not speak. He holds his sword loose in his hand. It is a good sword. It is the only good thing left to you. You have been walking for hours. The rain has stopped. The sky is...
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