The Pale Tale
Chapter One The plateau wind scoured the terraced fields, stripping the last of the acorns from the oak woodlands before the thaw could rot the roads into mud. In the shadow of the king’s granary, where the stone walls hummed with the weight of stored grain, Jose Iglesias stood at the breach in the northern gate. He was a tax collector, a man who owed everything to the temple’s loans, and now...
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