The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The damp in the fortress walls did not smell of rot, but of iron and old stone, a scent that had settled into Thomas Bradshaw’s lungs like a second skeleton. He sat on the narrow cot, his hands wrapped around the clay cup, watching the steam rise and curl in the dim light. The tea was black, thick as tar, and tasted of ash and the metallic tang of blood. It was the only thing keeping his chest...

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