The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The heavy oak door of the Inquisitor’s office groaned under the weight of Thomas Bradshaw’s hands, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of his bones as he stepped into the dim, amber-lit sanctum. The air was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a preservation of silence that felt less like peace and more like a held breath waiting for the final exhalation. Thomas adjusted the...

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