The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The brass key was cold enough to burn the skin of Elias Thorne’s palm, a small, sharp pain that he welcomed as proof he was still solid, still here. He held it up to the light of the northern gate, a jagged thing of iron and rust that had stood on this border for longer than his grandfather had drawn breath. Twenty years. That was the number that kept him at this post, the number that promised...

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