The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The banquet hall smells of roasted goose and stale perfume. It is a smell that hangs in the air like a fog, thick and cloying. You sit at the long table. Your uniform is crisp. The buttons are polished. They reflect the candlelight in small, cold stars. You are a soldier here. Or perhaps a judge. The distinction blurs in the dimness. The people around you are smiling. Their faces are pale,...

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