The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and rot. Inside the library of the old manor, the air was still. It was a stillness that pressed against the eardrums. Silas Vane sat at the desk. He was a small man. His hands were trembling. They were white. They were dry. They looked like parchment left out in the sun. He held the book. It was bound in...

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