The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in Harrowgate did not fall; it hovered, a fine grey mist that settled on the skin and refused to evaporate. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the city, his boots sinking into the mud of the riverbank, clutching a map that pulsed with a cold, rhythmic light. It was the only thing in the world that still felt real, a faint heartbeat of ink on paper that guided him toward the Pale Line....

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