The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the library, a relentless percussion that seemed to hollow out the stone walls of the palace. I sat in the corner of the reading room, a place of dust and silence, my back to the grand staircase where the footfalls of the court echoed like the beating of a distant, arrhythmic heart. My name is Julian, though...

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