The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The tower stood. It was made of stone. It was old. The stones were pale. They were white. They were cold. Elias looked up. He looked up often. He was a prisoner. He was a sinner. He sat in the cell. The cell was dark. The air was thick. It tasted of damp. It tasted of rot. "Come," said the voice. It was high. It was sharp. It cut the air. "Come, Elias. The work must be done." Elias did not...

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