The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fire took the granary before the sun fully cleared the ridge. It was a dry year. The air tasted of dust and old smoke. Thomas stood at the edge of the ash pile, his boots sinking into the grey sludge. He was a man of few words, a constable in a village that had forgotten the shape of its own name. He watched the embers die. They glowed with a faint, sickly orange, like the eyes of a dead...

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