The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The frost had turned the courtyard into a sheet of hammered silver, and it was there, standing before the high window of the King’s chamber, that I finally understood the weight of the ice I had spent my life trying to cut. "Is it done?" the Lord Chamberlain asked. His voice was thin, stripped of its usual velvet authority by the cold that seeped through the heavy wool of his robes. He did not...

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