The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rose bush was dying. Mara stood in the kitchen. The light was gray. It was the color of old dishwater. She looked at the plant. It sat on the windowsill. It was a hybrid tea rose. It had been a gift. It was from her husband. It was a symbol of their marriage. Now it was brown. The leaves curled. They looked like dried parchment. The stems were brittle. They snapped under her touch. She did...

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