The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in Aldbury did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker. It was a Tuesday, or perhaps a Wednesday, the days had blurred into a grey smear since the shelling began. I sat in my study, a room that smelled of damp wool and old paper, waiting for my friend to arrive. We had not seen each other in three days. Three days of silence was an eternity in a city where the artillery...

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