The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days. It was a cold, relentless gray that turned the mud of the valley into a thick, sucking paste. I stood at the edge of the treeline, watching the smoke rise from the village below. It was thin and white, cutting sharply against the dark sky. I did not go down. I stayed in the trees, where the roots of the old oaks gripped the earth like the fingers of the...

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