The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The sword hung by the door. It was an old thing, heavy and dull, the scabbard leather cracked like dry earth. I looked at it. I always looked at it. It was the only thing in the house that did not change. The house changed. The seasons changed. The people changed. The sword stayed. "Did you sleep?" Eleanor asked. She stood in the hallway, her hair loose, a shadow in her face. "I did," I said....

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