The Pale Tale
The hall of the University of St. Jude’s was not merely a room but a cavern of stone and shadow, where the air hung thick with the scent of beeswax, old parchment, and the faint, metallic tang of fear that had settled into the floorboards over centuries. It was a place designed to intimidate, its vaulted ceilings disappearing into a darkness that no candle seemed able to fully penetrate, and it...
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