The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The letter was already sealed when Thomas Whitmore reached for the ink, the wax pressed into the shape of a falcon’s head, a crest he had never earned but was now bound to wear. He stood in the center of the great hall, the floorboards cold through the soles of his boots, and watched his father turn away. The old man did not look back. He was too busy adjusting the strap of his sword, a ritual...

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