The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The silver circlet was cold, heavier than it looked, and it burned a hole in Elias Thorne’s palm as he ran through the mist-choked corridors of the Pale King’s court. He was thirty years old, a scribe of no particular note, and he was being hunted. The purge had begun an hour ago, a silent sweep through the lower quarters where anyone suspected of hoarding royal artifacts was dragged into the...

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