The Pale Tale
The frost did not merely settle upon the earth but seemed to seep upward from the bedrock, a cold so profound and pervasive that it felt less like a weather condition and more like a physical weight pressing against the temples, a gray, silent suffocation that wrapped itself around the limbs and settled into the marrow with a patience that was indistinguishable from malice. You stand at the...
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