The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The wool is wet. It is heavy against your shoulders, a dark, sodden weight that smells of the river mud and the rotting turnips from the cellar. You are standing in the kitchen of the farmhouse, the air thick with the steam rising from the pot of porridge, and the only light in the room comes from the tallow candle burning low on the table. Your mother sits in the corner, her back straight as a...

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