The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in Oakhaven does not wash the city clean; it merely makes the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the High Street into a mirror that reflects the bruised, leaden sky above. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a watchman of the night shift, and your hands are trembling not from the cold but from the weight of the sealed letter tucked into the inner pocket of your tunic....

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