The Pale Tale
The lantern burns low. You hold it steady. The flame does not waver. It has never wavered. You are the Inquisitor of the Gray Halls. Your title is old. Your duty is older. You have served under three Kings and five Popes. You have burned heretics. You have silenced witches. You have judged the dead. You are calm. You are precise. You are alone in the cell. The door is iron. It is thick. It is...
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