The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train rattled through the valley of the Caledon, a long, groaning rib of steel carrying Marcus Thorne toward a destiny he had not chosen but had meticulously calculated. He sat in the corner of the carriage, his posture rigid, eyes fixed on the blur of grey pines and white stone rushing past the window. In his lap, wrapped in a layer of oilcloth and then another of burlap, sat the object: a...

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