The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain drawn tight across the moors of the Ashwick Vale. It was the kind of weather that smelled of wet stone and old iron, a scent that had permeated Thomas Bradshaw’s wool coat over the three days he had walked from the manor. He was not a man who walked lightly. His boots, heavy with the mud of the lowlands, dragged against the peat with a...

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