The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bread is stale. You know it is stale before you break it. The crust cracks with a sound like dry bone, a brittle snap that echoes in the high, vaulted ceiling of the cafeteria. You are Sergeant Thomas Ashworth, and you are hungry. Not for the food. For the quiet that used to live in the walls. The institution is a fortress of gray stone and steel, perched on a cliff above the churning sea....

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