The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Act I The light in the valley did not bend, it fell, heavy and white against the snow. Stavros Nikolaidis stood before the stone watchtower, his breath a thin thread in the cold air. He was thirty-two, a border guard whose pension was a paper promise, and his wife Eleni waited in the village below, her devotion a weight he carried like a stone in his chest. The tower had watched the pass for...

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