The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The silence in the stone cell was not empty; it was a heavy, breathing thing that pressed against Thomas Ashworth’s eardrums, a physical weight that made his ribs ache with every shallow breath. He sat on the damp straw, his hands clasped tightly in his lap, feeling the roughness of the woolen cuff against his skin, a texture he had come to know as intimately as the lines of his own face....

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