The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

November 14, 1893 The roast pheasant was a masterpiece of presentation, glistening under the chandelier’s harsh, yellow glare, yet I could not bring myself to eat. Elara stood by the table, her face a mask of such exquisite, brittle composure that it made my chest tighten with a dread I could not name. We had twelve guests, the wealthiest men in the county, all waiting for the signature that...

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