The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink was still wet on the ledger when the guard struck the glass, a sharp, hollow crack that echoed through the marble hall like a bone snapping in a silent room, and I did not flinch, for I had long since learned that fear is a luxury afforded only to those who have something left to lose, and I had spent my entire life, or at least the last forty years of it, chipping away at the edges of...

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