The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You wake in the dark. The air is thick. It tastes of iron. You are kneeling. Your knees press into cold stone. Dust coats your tongue. You do not move. You breathe. The sound is a rasp. A dry leaf scraping glass. You are Elias. You know this. You are not Elias. You are the one who left. You are the one who stayed. The lines blur. The light comes. It is pale. It bleeds through the cracks. It is...

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