The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was of bread. Not the soft, white loaves of the manor, but a dark, dense loaf, heavy with rye and salt. It sat on a wooden table, whole and perfect. It did not rot. It did not dry. It simply waited. Waking, the taste remained. A dry, gritty residue on the tongue. The air in the tent was thick with the smell of wet wool and old sweat. Outside, the rain hammered against the canvas, a...

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