The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had stopped three days ago, but the mud remained. It was a thick, grey sludge that sucked at your boots with a sound like a dying breath. You walked. You had been walking for a long time. The road was not a road anymore. It was a scar in the earth, barely visible under the scrub brush and the dead leaves. You held the sword. It was not a beautiful weapon. It was a piece of iron, pitted...

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