The Pale Tale

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2026-08-21 16:25:04 -

The Pale Tale

The frost had not yet melted from the gravel of the detention yard, but the air inside the holding cell was thick, humid, and smelled of wet wool and old copper. You sat on the cold metal bench, your hands cuffed in front of you, the steel biting into the skin of your wrists with a dull, persistent ache that served as an anchor to the present moment. Through the single, high window, the sky was...

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