The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

We were standing right there in the middle of the ironworks, you and me, with the air so thick with the smell of rust and wet wool that it felt like we were breathing in the very dust of the century, and I remember looking at your face, pale as the chalk lines we used to draw in the soot, and thinking that you looked less like a boy and more like a ghost who had just wandered out of the fog and...

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