The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The city of Kael-Vor sits in the bowl of a dead volcano, its walls scarred by the logging axes that once stripped the rim bare. Tira Ithel woke with the taste of wet clay on her tongue. She sat up, the linoleum of her small apartment cold against her bare feet. Outside, the gas meter ticked, a dry, rhythmic sound that marked the passing of seconds in the dark. She was thirty-two, a junior...

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