The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hall smelled of wet limestone and old blood. Elias Thorne stood before the Guildmaster, his hands trembling not from cold, but from the vibration of the chisel still gripped in his fist. He was forty years old, a mason of twenty, and he wanted the license to build the new chapel wall. The Guildmaster, a man whose face was as carved and immovable as the blocks he oversaw, did not look up...

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