The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was of green. Not the green of grass, but the green of deep, stagnant water. It swallowed the city. It swallowed the sky. It swallowed the man. He woke with his breath ragged in his chest. The room was grey. The light was thin. It cut through the blinds like a blade. He lay still. His body was a map of old bruises. New ones bloomed under the skin. He remembered the fall. He remembered...

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