The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fire started in the cellar. It ate the grain. It ate the silence. Elias stood on the bridge. The smoke rose. It was thick. It was white. It tasted of ash and old bread. He was the Warden. He wore the gray coat. It was heavy. It weighed more than his guilt. The abbey was old. Stone and shadow. It was a place of rules. Rules were food here. Rules were the only thing that kept the dark away....

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