The Pale Tale

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2026-08-20 20:32:04 -

The Pale Tale

The gate swung open with a groan of old iron. Silas walked out. He carried no bag. He wore a gray coat. The wool was thin. It did not hold the cold. The mist clung to the stone walls. It swallowed the world beyond the keep. Silas looked back once. The tower stood tall. It was a needle of black rock. It pierced the low sky. He turned away. His steps were heavy. The gravel crunched. Each sound...

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