The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the municipal square into black mirrors that reflected nothing but the low, gray sky. Elias Thorne sat in his office on the second floor of the Archive, a room that smelled of dry rot and old paper, his hands trembling slightly as he held the first shard of the porcelain urn. He was...

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