The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The stone bites. You feel it in the marrow. The chisel slips. Blood mixes with dust. Your fingers numb. The cold is ancient. It seeps through the wool, through the skin, into the bone. You are in the vault. The air is thick. It tastes of iron and rot. You swing again. The sound is dull. A thud. A crack. The ceiling groans. You are Elias. You are the Archivist. You are the keeper of words. But...

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