The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, grey veil that suffocated the highland moors of the Scottish border, blurring the line between the earth and the low, bruised sky. Inside the stone keep, which had stood for three centuries against the wind and the war, the air smelled of wet wool, old wood, and the metallic tang of blood that had not quite dried. Sir Alistair Thorne stood in...

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