The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The badge was heavy, a disc of tarnished silver that felt like a stone in my palm, and I was running my thumb over the raised rim where the city crest had worn smooth. I had been holding it for three days, since the Chief had ordered its surrender, and the metal had taken on the temperature of my skin, a dull, dead warmth that no longer felt like authority but like a burden. The rain was coming...

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