The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The smell of yeast was the first thing that hit you, thick and warm like a wet wool blanket, followed closely by the sharp, metallic tang of the copper kettles. Inside the High Court of the Guild, the air was still, charged with a static that made the hair on your arms stand up. It was not a natural electricity. It was the hum of the bread, rising, swelling, pressing against the glass domes of...

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