The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hall smelled of stale wine and wet wool. It was a smell that clung to the skin, a heavy, suffocating layer that made the air thick as mud. Outside, the rain hammered against the high, narrow windows. Inside, the fire crackled, spitting embers into the dark. Sir Thomas stood at the center of the room. He was a large man, built like an ox, with hands that had broken bones and held plows. His...

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