The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The morning air tasted of rust and wet wool, a heavy, metallic tang that settled in the back of Thomas Ashworth’s throat as he stood on the cobblestones of the gatehouse, watching the long line of men stretch out toward the valley where the fog had not yet lifted, and he knew with a sudden, cold clarity that he was leaving his life behind to walk into a death that would be mistaken for a...

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