The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the wool of Elara’s coat and seeped into the joints of her knees, a dampness that had become indistinguishable from her own marrow after ten years of standing watch. She stood in the narrow corridor of the lighthouse, her fingers gripping the cold iron of her toolbox, the weight of it a final, tangible...

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