The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The great hall of the manor house did not smell of dust or decay, but of roasted boar, spiced wine, and the heavy, cloying sweetness of overripe pears. You stood at the edge of the banquet table, your hands trembling not from cold, but from the sheer, terrifying weight of the expectation that hung in the air like a physical fog. The room was a cathedral of wood and stone, high vaulted ceilings...

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