The Pale Tale
The iron bar strikes the side of your skull with a sound like a bone snapping in the dark, and you do not fall, you do not cry out, you only stand there in the center of the grand hall of the Blackwood estate with your arms raised and your breath held tight inside your chest, feeling the cold shock of the metal travel down your spine and settle into the marrow of your feet, while the man...
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