The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

"You stripped me of my honor." The words hung in the cold air of the garrison, heavy as wet wool. I did not look at Magistrate Silas. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. Not from fear. From the sheer, terrible weight of what I had done to save you, and what they had done to me for it. "Look at me, Thomas," Silas said. His voice was soft. It was always soft. He spoke like a man tending a...

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