The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You are running. The mud sucks at your boots, heavy and cold. It is not night, but it is not day. It is the gray hour, the time when the world loses its edges and everything bleeds into the next thing. You are chasing a man. Or perhaps a shadow. It is hard to tell the difference here, in the wet dark of the moor. The wind cuts through your coat, a sharp, invisible knife. You do not feel fear....

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