The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall. It descended. A thick, grey curtain that swallowed the village of Oakhaven in a silent, drowning embrace. Elias stood at the edge of the cliff. The wind tore at his tunic. It was a fine garment, woven from the wool of the highland sheep, but it offered no warmth against the chill that seeped from the stone. Below, the valley lay white. The snow had come early. It covered...

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