The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron of the gate screeches against the stone, a sound like a dying animal, and you are already bleeding. You press your hand to the side of your head, where the shard of a broken window has found its way in, and you taste the copper tang of your own life. Behind you, the city is burning, a sprawling beast of smoke and flame that consumes the sky, but here, in the courtyard of the Duke’s...

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