The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it settled, a persistent, grey mist that soaked into the stone walls of the outpost and clung to the wool of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s uniform. He stood by the window, watching the single, worn path that cut through the fog toward the border line, a ribbon of mud that had been trampled into existence by twenty years of his own boots. At forty-two, Thorne felt the...

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