The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fire did not start with a spark, but with a scream. It tore through the silence of the Keep like a blade through silk, shattering the illusion of peace that had held the garrison together for three days. I stood by the window, my hand resting on the cold iron of the bars that separated my cell from the courtyard. The stone beneath my feet was damp, weeping with the morning mist that clung...

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