The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The shard of bone was cold, slick with the sweat of Elian’s palm, and it cut a thin line into the meat of his thumb. He held it against his chest, where his heart hammered a frantic, bird-like rhythm against his ribs. The fever had taken his father three days prior, leaving a hollow space in the cottage that smelled of damp wool and old blood. Now, the same sickness had crept up Elian’s spine,...

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