The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ale was warm. It tasted of yeast and old iron. Barnaby wiped his mouth. The foam stuck to his chin. He grinned. It was a wide grin. Too wide. The hall was full. Smoke hung low. It stung the eyes. The fire roared in the pit. Shadows danced on the stone walls. "You look well, Barnaby," said the Steward. The Steward sat at the high table. He wore silk. It was fine blue. He held a goblet. His...

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