The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The building breathes. It breathes with the heavy, wet lungs of old stone. You stand in the center of the rotunda. The floor is cold. Your boots are wet. The water is black. It pools at your ankles. It rises. Slowly. The walls are high. They curve. They loom. They are not just walls. They are ribs. The ribs of a beast. A beast that sleeps. A beast that waits. You are the soldier. You are the...

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