The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bell of St. Jude’s tolled the hour, a sound that seemed to hang in the damp air like a suspended breath. I stood before the magistrate, Thomas Bradshaw, his face a mask of bureaucratic weariness, and held out the object in my hands. It was a simple thing, a tarnished silver thimble, no larger than a walnut, yet it felt heavier than the iron gate of the prison where I had slept the previous...

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