The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The obsidian tablet was warm against my palms, a heat that seemed to radiate not from the stone itself but from the deep, subterranean currents of power that pulsed beneath the floor of the council chamber, a warmth that felt less like comfort and more like the feverish touch of a dying god. I stood at the center of the circular dais, the polished marble floor reflecting my distorted image back...

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