The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The morning my mother’s hands shattered, the rain was falling in heavy, rhythmic sheets against the glass of the administrative wing, a sound that seemed to drown out the hum of the servers and the quiet, desperate breathing of the patients in the wards beyond. I stood in the corridor, my badge clipped to my lanyard, my uniform pressed and sterile, watching the way the water distorted the view...

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