The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream begins not with a sound but with a taste, a metallic sharpness that coats the back of your throat like the residue of a swallowed coin. You are standing in a corridor that stretches infinitely, the walls paneled in dark mahogany that weeps a slow, amber sap. The floor is marble, cold and unyielding, reflecting a chandelier that hangs from a ceiling you cannot see. You are wearing a...

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