The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron key had been in his pocket for so long that the metal had worn a groove into his trousers, a dark, indented channel that mapped the shape of his burden against the fabric of his thigh, and he sat now in the corner of the guardhouse, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco, listening to the rain hammer against the single pane of glass that separated his world from the...

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