The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The glass shatters. Not loudly. It breaks like a whisper caught in a throat, a thousand tiny diamonds scattering across the floorboards of the carriage. Elara does not look down. She looks at her mother. Her mother is already gone, or so it seems, her face pale as the winter moon, her hands folded in her lap with a stillness that frightens more than any scream. Elara is seven. She holds the...

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