The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Thomas. The name hung in the air, sharp and cold, spoken by a voice I had not heard in three days. I opened my eyes to the grey light of the courtyard, where the stone slabs were wet with dew. Elara stood before me, her face a mask of pale indifference. In her hands she held a mirror, but the glass was shattered, the shards jutting out like broken teeth. She did not speak. She simply held the...

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