The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended itself in the air like a fine grey ash, coating the windows of the tenement until the street below became a smear of black and grey. Inside, the heat was stagnant. The smell of boiled cabbage and wet wool clung to the wallpaper, a scent that had grown roots in the plaster over twenty years. Elias stood by the window. He wore his uniform. It was not...

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