The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had been falling on the roof of the municipal shelter for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the world outside into a smear of mud and shadow, and you sat in the corner of the room, your coat damp and smelling of wet dog, watching the other men and women shuffle past you like ghosts who had forgotten how to be solid. Your name was Elias Thorne, though to the intake...

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