The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The carriage wheels bit into the frozen mud, shuddering as the team pulled against the weight of the sledge that sat in the back. Elias Vane sat in the driver’s seat, his hands wrapped around the reins, his knuckles white not from the cold, but from the tension that lived in his bones. He was a man of few words, a magistrate’s clerk in the old town of Oakhaven, but here, in the deep winter of...

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