The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The morning you left, the ice on the river had cracked, and the sound of it was like a bone breaking under a heavy boot, a sharp, dry snap that echoed off the gray stone walls of the city. You stood at the edge of the wharf, your coat buttoned tight against the biting wind, looking at the water where the dark slabs of ice were drifting away from the bank, separating from the solid ground that...

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