The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron gate of the Magistrate’s office slammed shut behind me with a finality that vibrated through the soles of my boots, sealing me in a box of mahogany and dust where the air smelled of old paper and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. I stood in the center of the room, my hands bound not by rope but by the rigid posture of a man who has been taught that his body is a vessel for his own...

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