The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mud of the Aethelgard marshes did not merely cling to the boots of the Royal Legion; it consumed them, a slow, viscous erasure of form and function that turned the disciplined ranks into a single, churning mass of wet earth and rotting flesh. I stood knee-deep in the black slurry, my breastplate rusted to the color of dried blood, the weight of the iron anchor dragging at my shoulders with...

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