The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron gate groaned against the frost, a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, and you stood on the other side, the cold biting into your cheeks, the breath leaving your lungs in ragged, white plumes that dissipated into the grey, indifferent sky. You are not here for the scenery, nor for the ancient stones that have watched centuries of rain and ruin. You are here for the mark. The sigil....

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