The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain does not fall so much as it insists, a cold, persistent mist that clings to the grey wool of your coat and seeps into the marrow of your bones, blurring the line between the wet cobblestones of the street and the solid, unyielding reality of the world you are leaving behind. You are standing on the threshold of the train station, that grand, decaying cathedral of iron and glass,...

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