The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The frost had not yet melted from the iron spines of the locomotive sheds, where the air hung thick with the smell of coal dust and the metallic tang of fresh grease, and it was here, in the shadow of the vast, soot-stained brickwork that defined the industrial heart of Millhaven, that Elias Thorne stood with his hands trembling against the cold steel of a valve, listening to the rhythmic,...

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