The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The heavy crystal goblet sat in Elias Thorne’s hand, the stem cold and slick against his palm, its surface etched with the crest of a family that no longer existed. He stood at the head of the long oak table, the centerpiece of a banquet that smelled of roasted pheasant, truffle butter, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear. Around him, the court of the late Chancellor swirled in a haze of...

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