The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in the valley of Kael did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, grey curtain that erased the horizon and swallowed the world whole. It was a sound that lived inside the bones, a low, persistent thrumming that Maren felt in the marrow of her legs, in the hollows of her chest, and in the tight, unyielding knot of her jaw. She stood at the edge of the black mud, where the water...

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