The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The heavy oak door of the manor house did not creak; it sighed, a long, resonant exhalation of wood and dust that seemed to carry the weight of the century it had endured. I stood in the foyer, my boots still caked with the red clay of the roadside, the smell of wet earth and iron clinging to my clothes. It was a smell that did not belong in this place of polished marble and velvet drapes, a...

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