The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the Antechamber tasted of ozone and stale incense. It was a heavy, metallic scent that coated the back of the throat. I stood in the shadow of the great pillars. The stone was cold against my legs. My hands were clasped behind my back. They were trembling. Not from fear. From anticipation. The anticipation of duty. The court had summoned me. The High Steward had summoned me. I was...

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