The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The roast pheasant sat in the center of the long oak table, its skin rendered into a brittle, translucent gold that shimmered under the gaslight, a beacon of sustenance that seemed to pulse with a quiet, menacing vitality. You sat at the far end, your uniform pressed to a severity that belied the fatigue settling into your bones, your hands resting flat on the polished wood, feeling the cold...

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