The Pale Tale
"You look thin." "Are you blind?" "I am the Duke." "Then you see nothing." I laughed. It was a dry sound. Like leaves in a ditch. The castle was cold. Always cold. The stone drank the heat from our bodies. We stood in the throne room. The light was gray. The dust motes danced. They were the only things alive. I held the glass. It was empty. I held the cup. It was heavy. Lead and silver. Old. My...
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