The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hand trembles. It is a small, dry thing. The knuckles are swollen. You know the name of every bone in it. You have memorized them. You sit in the high tower. The wind howls outside. The glass is old. It is thin. It sings. You are a scholar. You study the old texts. You live in a world that is not quite this one. It is a place of stone and shadow. It is a place of rules. The rules are old....

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