The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog sat heavy on the marshes. It was a thick, gray wool that muffled the world. I could not see the path. I could not see the sky. I only felt the dampness. It soaked into my bones. It settled in my lungs. I walked. I always walked. The mud sucked at my boots. Each step was a struggle. The air tasted of iron and rot. I had been here for three days. Or perhaps three years. Time had lost its...

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