The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog rolled in from the valley floor, thick and cold, smelling of wet stone and decaying leaves. It swallowed the village of Oakhaven whole. I stood at the edge of the old watchtower, my hand resting on the rough-hewn wood of the railing. The wood was dry, cracked, and solid. It held me up. It had held the men before me for a century. But today, it felt like a trap. Below, the streets were...

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