The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

I was wiping the condensation from the glass when the coughing started, a dry, rattling sound that moved through the hall like a current of cold water. The harvest feast was in full swing, the tables groaning under the weight of roasted mutton and heavy bread, yet the air smelled of sickness and wet wool. I poured another measure of whiskey into my cup, my hand steady, but I felt the tremor in...

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