The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ale was thick and dark as blood, pooling in the clay cups of the men who sat around the long oak table, their faces illuminated by the sputtering tallow candles that cast long, dancing shadows against the stone walls of the hall. I stood apart from the revelry, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword, the cold iron biting into my palm, a constant reminder of the weight I carried, the weight...

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