The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell in sheets. It washed the city gray. Elias walked. His coat was wet. It clung to his spine. He carried a box. It was heavy. Iron and leather. It hummed. A low, vibrating sound. Like a bee trapped in glass. He did not look up. He looked at the pavement. The water moved in dark rivers. Elias was a detective. Or so he told himself. He wore the badge. It was cold against his chest. It...

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