The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The snow fell in thick, grey sheets. It buried the cobblestones. It silenced the crows. In the garrison town of Oakhaven, the air tasted of iron and old ash. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood on the balcony. He watched the street below. No one walked there. The wind howled through the bare branches of the oak tree that stood in the town square. The tree was ancient. Its roots gripped the earth with a...

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