The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The chandelier above you does not sway, though the wind outside is tearing at the ivy that has long since surrendered to the decay of the estate. You are standing in the center of the ballroom, a space so vast that your voice, if you were to shout, would shatter against the plaster and return to you as a whisper of dust. The floor is a mosaic of black and white marble, a pattern that seems to...

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