The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain does not fall so much as it suspends itself in the air, a fine, grey mist that soaks into the wool of your coat and the bones of your hands as you stand on the muddy threshold of the village square. You are Margaret, though the name feels less like an identity and more like a garment you have outgrown, a label stitched onto the back of a dress that no longer fits the body beneath. You...

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