The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The broth had been simmering in the iron cauldron for three days, a thick, dark slurry that smelled of iron and old earth, and I had been stirring it with a wooden ladle since before the sun had cleared the eastern ramparts, my arm aching with a dull, rhythmic throb that had long since ceased to be pain and had become simply a fact of my existence, a second heartbeat drumming in the wrist, a...

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