The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bell tower stood against the grey sky like a broken tooth. It was the only structure left of the old court, stripped of its gold, its tapestries, its men. Thomas stood at its base. The stone was cold under his hands. He had come here to die. Or perhaps to wait. He did not know which. The air smelled of wet ash and iron. It had been three days since the siege broke. Three days of silence....

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