The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron clinked against the stone. It was a dry, sharp sound. The sound of order. I wore the coat. It was heavy. It was gray. It smelled of wet wool and old blood. I am a man of the Watch. I have always been a man of the Watch. We do not question. We hold the line. The line is the town. The town is the law. The law is the coat. Elara walked beside me. Her hand was in mine. It was tight. It was...

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