The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rusted iron key bites into your palm, a cold, jagged pressure that feels less like a tool and more like a wound. You are Elias, thirty-two, a border warden of the Duke’s garrison, and the stone walls of the cellar press in on you, damp and smelling of wet wool and old blood. In the center of the cell, Thomas Bradshaw sits on a straw pallet, his nobleman’s tunic stained with dust but his...

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