The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the garden into a soup of mud and rotting leaves, and as I stood on the porch watching my brother’s truck disappear into the mist, I felt the weight of the house settle onto my shoulders, a physical pressure that made my knees buckle, knowing that this was the moment we had all been waiting for, the moment the truth...

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