The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days. It slicked the asphalt into black mirrors, reflecting the grey sky in fractured shards. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. The mud sucked at his heels with a wet, rhythmic tear. He carried nothing but a cardboard box. Inside the box was a coat. It was a wool overcoat, midnight blue, tailored to a frame that was no longer there. The label inside the...

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