The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Oakhaven like a steady, gray drumbeat. It was a sound Thomas had known all his life, a rhythm that marked the passing of days in this old, stone-walled town. He stood at the edge of the square, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The leather grip was worn smooth, soft as skin. It had seen much, and it had taken much, but it did not judge. "You look...

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