The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron gate of the Blackwood Bastion groaned against the rusted hinges, a sound like a dying man clearing his throat in a silent room, and Thomas Ashworth stood before it, his hand resting not on the handle, but on the hilt of a sword that had not seen the light of day in forty years. The air inside the corridor was thick with the scent of damp stone and old blood, a physical weight that...

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