The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The smell of roasted mutton and wet wool hung thick in the Oakhaven Hall, a heavy, savory fog that clung to the throats of the men who sat at the long trestle tables. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat at the head of the second table, his uniform pressed and stiff, his hands wrapped around a leather-bound ledger that felt colder than the stone floor beneath the rugs. The harvest feast was meant to...

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