The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The city of Aethelgard did not sleep; it merely held its breath, a vast, stone-lunged beast waiting for the sun to rise and the bells to toll the hour of judgment. I stood in the shadow of the Great Hall, my hands resting on the cold iron railings that encircled the central courtyard, watching the mist peel away from the cobblestones like a shroud being slowly lifted from a corpse. Below me,...

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