The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The frost had not yet melted from the cobblestones of the old quarter, and it felt like a skin stretched tight over the bones of the city, white and brittle and ready to shatter under the weight of any careless foot. I stood alone in the alley behind the tannery, the smell of lye and rotting hides thick in my throat, watching the way the light failed in the east. It was a strange kind of...

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