The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The banquet hall of the St. Jude’s Orphanage smelled of roasted lamb, spilled wine, and the damp, metallic scent of old stone. It was a feast for the eyes and the stomach, a deliberate excess designed to mask the rot beneath the floorboards. Twelve-year-old Elias sat at the long oak table, his hands folded neatly in his lap, his posture rigid as a board. He was the smallest boy in the room, a...

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