The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the world outside the window into a smear of mud and broken reeds, and you stood in the center of the small, windowless room, the air thick with the scent of wet wool and the metallic tang of fear, watching the water drip from the tip of your boot onto the concrete floor, each drop a small, sharp percussion in the...

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