The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The letter lay on the oak table, its wax seal broken, the ink still wet where the scribe had scrawled the Lord’s final decree. You read it twice, the parchment rough against your thumb, the words stark and absolute: *The Sergeant is confined to the infirmary pending further inquiry.* Outside the window, the rain lashed the stone walls of the garrison, a relentless drumming that turned the mud...

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