The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron bell hung in the tower. It was cold. Elias stood alone. The stone floor bit into his boots. He was a soldier. Or he had been. Now he was just a man in a gray coat. The wind howled outside. It sounded like teeth on glass. He looked up. The bell was black. It was old. It had a crack in its side. A thin line of light ran down the crack. It looked like a vein. "You are late," said a...

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