The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ice under your boots is thin, treacherous, and silent. You are standing in the center of the frozen lake, the wind whipping your uniform coat around a body that feels less like flesh and more like a collection of rigid, aching joints. It is not winter, exactly, nor is it summer. It is that suspended, timeless season where the world holds its breath, where the light is a pale, washed-out...

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