The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fire in the stone hearth crackled, popping seeds of ember into the dark, while the smell of roasted pork and stale beer hung heavy in the air of the barn. Elias stood by the door, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the circle of men around the long table. They were laughing, a low, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate in his chest, a sound of belonging that excluded him. His...

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