The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Elias, stop that. The voice came from behind him, thin and sharp as a wire snapping. Elias did not turn. He kept walking, his boots crunching on the gravel that stretched toward the mill. The road was grey, the sky a low, bruised ceiling that pressed down on the valley. Mara walked beside him, smaller, her steps quicker, her hand gripping his sleeve with a force that surprised him. She was...

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