The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the muddy tracks of the valley into rivers of brown slurry. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the treeline, his boots sinking into the soft earth, holding a clay pot wrapped in oilcloth tight against his chest. It was a heavy thing, cold to the touch even through the layers of cloth, and it smelled of iron and...

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