The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The sealant held for three seconds, a viscous ribbon of white that snapped taut in the cold air. I watched it dissolve into the gray void, a chemical exhalation that marked the boundary between the known and the impossible. We stood at the precipice of the Aetherial Threshold, a place that existed only in the marginalia of our topographical maps and the fevered dreams of the cartographers who...

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