The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Elias woke with the taste of ash on his tongue and the memory of white clinging to his skin like wet wool. It was the same dream, as it had been for three months: Mara standing in the center of their cold stone chamber, draped in a shroud that did not merely reflect the moonlight but generated it, a soft, persistent luminescence that hummed against the silence of the night. He sat up, his...

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