The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the town of Oakhaven still held the water in its bones, the air thick with the scent of wet pine and diesel. Elias Vance stood by the window of his office, the glass cold against his forehead, watching the streetlights flicker to life in the gathering dusk. He was a man carved from the same hard, grey wood as the town’s oldest oaks, a police officer whose...

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