The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The wool was frayed. It hung from the neck like a shroud. It was grey. It was old. It smelled of damp earth and woodsmoke. It was part of him. Thomas walked. The road was long. The fog was thick. It swallowed the world. He held his collar tight. The fabric bit into his skin. It was cold. It was always cold. He was a scholar. He knew the old texts. He knew the laws of the land. He knew the names...

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