The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall. It hung. Suspended in the grey air like a thousand broken needles, the water droplets waited. They did not strike the cobblestones. They did not splash against the boots of Sergeant Elias Thorne. They hovered, trembling, a frozen storm in a world that had forgotten how to move. Elias stood in the center of the square. His rifle was raised. The barrel shook, not from cold,...

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