The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

I woke with the taste of copper and rust on my tongue, the kind of metallic tang that lingers after a long shift in the ironworks, a taste that seems to settle into the marrow of the bones and refuse to wash away with any amount of cold water or stale bread. The room was small, a box of damp stone and shadow, and the only light that pierced the gloom was a thin, pale sliver of dawn creeping...

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