The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hammer fell with a sound like a bone breaking, a sharp, dry crack that echoed through the high, vaulted ceiling of the workshop. Elias Thorne did not flinch. He had long since stopped flinching at the violence of his own labor, at the rhythmic punishment he inflicted upon the oak to make it yield. Sweat stung the corners of his eyes, and the air was thick with the sweet, cloying scent of...

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