The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron lungs of the factory did not breathe; they heaved. A rhythmic, mechanical panting that vibrated through the soles of your boots and up into the marrow of your shins. You stood in the center of the vast, windowless hall, the air thick with the taste of rust and ozone. It was 1903, or perhaps 1913, time had lost its linear grip on you long ago in this place. The building was not merely a...

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