The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell on Leeds like a secret no one wanted to keep. It was a cold, industrial drizzle, the kind that seeped into the bones and stayed there, souring the meat of a man. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the platform of the station, watching the last of his luggage disappear into the hold of a freight train. He had left the city. He had left the woman. He had left the truth. Arthur was a man of...

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