The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink was wet. It bled into the grain of the oak desk, dark and spreading like a bruise. Silas stared at the symbol. A circle. A line through it. Null. Zero. The seal of the Order. He had seen it in his dreams for three nights. Every time, it was stamped on his chest. Hot iron. White heat. Then the silence. The terrible, heavy silence of the city that never slept. He rubbed his eyes. The...

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