The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You are sitting in the chair. The leather is cold. It smells of old tobacco and rain. Your hands are in your lap. They are still. You count the cracks in the floorboards. One. Two. Three. The room is small. The walls are bare. There is a single window. The light is gray. It is late. The clock on the wall ticks. Tick. Tick. Tick. The door opens. He walks in. He is tall. He wears a gray suit. His...

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