The Pale Tale
The crate landed with a thud that shook the dust from the rafters, and the silence that followed was so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against Elias’s eardrums. "You are shaking, Silas," Elias said, his voice flat, keeping his eyes on the open crate rather than the old man’s face. "Put it down. You’ll spill the shards." Silas did not move. His hands, once steady enough to cut a...
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