The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the Magistrate’s office smelled of damp wool and old ink, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stood before the heavy oak desk. He did not sit; to sit would be to accept the hierarchy, and Elias had come to dismantle it. Magistrate Vane sat behind the desk, his fingers steepled, watching Elias with the bored patience of a man observing a fly tap against a...

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