The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The winter of 1348 did not arrive with a whisper, but with a scream of wind that stripped the leaves from the ancient oaks surrounding the castle walls. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood alone in the high tower, the stone beneath his feet cold and unyielding, a surface that mirrored the hardness he had cultivated in his own chest over the last decade. He was a man carved from the same granite as the...

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