The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The parchment was damp, the ink of the border seal smearing into a grey bruise where Elias’s thumb pressed it. He stood in the mud of the crossing, the cold seeping through his boots and into his bones, holding the forged passport like a talisman against the chaos that had swallowed the state. His hands shook, not from the chill, but from the weight of the map tucked inside his coat, a chart of...

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