The Pale Tale

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2026-08-17 10:51:21 -

The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped in three days, and it had turned the world outside the window of the railway station into a blurred, grey watercolor that seemed to be dissolving into the mud. Arthur sat in his usual corner, a small, cramped space between the ticket office and the entrance to Platform Four, where the floorboards were warped and the air smelled permanently of wet wool and stale tobacco....

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