The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

It was raining, a cold and steady drizzle that turned the earth into a slurry of gray mud, and I stood in the yard of the old stone house, holding the lantern. The glass was cracked, and the flame inside sputtered, casting long, trembling shadows that seemed to stretch across the wet grass like the fingers of drowning men. "You cannot leave it out there," I said, my voice sounding thin and...

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