The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

"Do you hear it?" The voice was thin. It was a wire stretched over a void. Margaret looked up. Her desk was a tomb of paper. The papers were yellow. They were old. They were heavy. She did not look up. "No," she said. She tapped the pen. The pen was brass. It was cold. It was worn. The brass was dark. It had no shine. It was a stick. It was a tool. It was nothing. "It is the wind," she said....

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