The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hit the asphalt in steady sheets. I watched the water bead on the glass. It distorted the world outside. The neon sign buzzed. A red glow pulsed. It reflected on my hands. My hands were still. They rested on the dashboard. I was waiting. I had been waiting for three hours. The engine idled. It hummed a low note. The vibration traveled up my arms. It settled in my bones. I was cold. I...

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