The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink on the page is brown and smudged, bleeding into the fiber like a bruise. You hold it in your left hand, the right resting flat on the cold oak desk, fingers splayed to keep your hands steady. Outside, the wind screams against the stone walls of Fort Blackwood, a sound that has become the background noise of your life for the last six months. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, a border...

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