The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The banquet hall of the Aethelgard Institute smelled of roasted pheasant and stale ambition, a heavy, cloying scent that seemed to settle in the lungs of Professor Elias Thorne like a fine, golden dust. He sat at the head of a table long enough to span the entire length of the room, his silver hair combed back with a precision that belied the frantic, unraveling nature of his thoughts. The...

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