The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You stand before the glass, and the reflection is not yours. It is a man made of ink and regret, his face a palimpsest of every accusation you have ever swallowed. The room is not a room. It is a vast, sterile expanse of white light that hums with a frequency you feel in your teeth. Here, the air is thick with the scent of ozone and old paper, a smell that belongs to archives and graveyards....

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