The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The elm trees on Miller’s Lane had always been the first to know the season. In autumn, they shed their leaves in a slow, golden rain that smelled of decay and sweet rot, a scent that clung to the wool of Thomas Ashworth’s coat long after he had walked home from the university. Thomas was a man of modest stature but immense internal gravity, a professor of natural history at the provincial...

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