The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bell tower stood hollow against the grey sky. It was a time of ice. The court of King Aldous was not a palace. It was a machine. Gears of stone. Wheels of law. They turned without mercy. Without sleep. The air smelled of wet wool and old blood. Wynne stood in the shadow of the north gate. He was twelve. He held the key. It was a heavy thing. Iron. Cold. It had a shape like a bird’s claw. He...

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