The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The market at Vael hummed with the friction of commerce, a low, grinding sound like stones turning in a millstone, where the scent of brine and rotting palm fronds hung heavy in the damp air. I stood at the edge of the water court, my boots soaking through the thin soles, watching the shift council members argue over the price of salt. I was here to find the Bishop’s vestments, the ceremonial...

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