The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended veil of grey mist that turned the forest floor into a bog of rotting leaves and ancient, silent roots. We had been walking for three days, my father and I, following the old game trails that wound deeper into the woods where the trees grew so thick and twisted they seemed to conspire against the sky. My father, Sir Julian, walked with the...

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