The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The sword broke. Not with a sound. Not with a spark. It simply ceased to be whole. The blade snapped at the hilt. The steel fell into the mud. Thomas stared at the empty hand. His fingers were still curled. He expected to feel weight. He felt only air. The man across from him lowered his stick. The man was old. His coat was thin. The wool was gray. He looked tired. He did not look angry. He...

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