The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bird falls before you understand it is dead. It drops from the grey eaves of the High Court, a tangle of black feathers and broken bone, landing in the wet cobblestones with a wet, final thud. You stand on the steps, your sword still drawn, the steel humming with a low, angry vibration. The crowd does not gasp. They do not cheer. They look at the bird, then at you, with the same tired,...

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