The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The sky tore open on a Tuesday. It did not rain. It bled. Thick, grey sludge dripped from the clouds onto the cobblestones of the village square. The air smelled of ozone and wet iron. Elias stood in the center of it. He was a sergeant. His coat was soaked through. The buttons were white. The cloth was black. He looked like a stain in the world. People ran. They screamed. They threw up their...

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