The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron gate clanked shut behind Elias. The sound was final. It echoed across the damp stones of the courtyard, a sharp, metallic cry that cut through the fog. He stood alone. The air smelled of rot and wet earth. Above him, the sky was a bruise, purple and swollen, offering no light. No stars. Just the heavy, suffocating dark. Elias was a man of few words. He wore the grey tunic of the...

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