The Pale Tale
The town of Oakhaven ate in the dark. It was not a metaphor. The food was black. The soup was black. The bread was black. The meat was black. It tasted of iron and deep earth. It tasted of the bottom of a well. Eleanor Ashworth watched the town eat. She was the investigator. She was the only one who saw the color. Or perhaps the only one who cared. The others closed their eyes. They chewed....
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