The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the valley of Oakhaven did not simply exist; it hung, thick and heavy with the scent of wet loam and decaying leaves, a palpable weight that pressed against the chest of Elias Thorne as he stood before the ancient oak tree, his hands trembling not from the cold of the autumn wind but from the sheer, suffocating gravity of the secret he carried, a secret that had been carved into his...

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