The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The cellar smelled of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of fear, a scent that had long since replaced the honest aroma of the root vegetables stored in the wooden crates along the walls. Elara sat on the cold stone floor, her back pressed against the rough surface of a bin filled with turnips, her fingers working rhythmically into the dirt, digging up small, pale tubers that looked...

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