The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron teeth of the gate shrieked against the rusted hinges, a sound that tore through the thick, sulfurous fog like a scream from a throat long dead, and Elias stood there with his back against the cold, weeping stone of the factory’s outer wall, his hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, crushing weight of the reality that had just settled onto his shoulders like a shroud of wet...

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