The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ice broke first. You hear it before you see it. A snap, sharp as a bone giving way. Then the groan. The sound of the world cracking open. You stand in the kitchen, your hands stained black with soot. The fire has died. The hearth is cold ash. Outside, the windowpane shatters inward, spraying shards of crystal across the floorboards. You do not flinch. You have learned not to flinch. The...

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