The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

In the dream, the glass is always cold, and your hands are shaking so violently that the chime of the breaking shard against the rim sounds like a funeral bell, a single, sustained note of sorrow that hangs in the air long after the piece has fallen to the floor, and you are standing there, not in the shop, but in a vast, white void where the light comes from everywhere and nowhere, and you are...

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