The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the grimy windows of the guardhouse, and inside that damp, echoing stone room, Silas Vane stood with his back to the heavy oak door, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a second bone, brittle and...

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