The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold, gray curtain that erased the line between the cobblestones of the ancient city and the sky above them. Elara stood on the precipice of the Shattered Bridge, her boots slick with mud and the residue of the alchemical salts that clung to the air, watching the mist swirl around the legs of the stone lions that guarded the gate to the...

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