The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You wake with the taste of copper on your tongue and the weight of a single, heavy apple in your hands. It is not red, nor is it green. It is the color of old bone, of dried milk, of the light that filters through the blinds of a hospital room at four in the morning. You are in the office of Arthur Vance. Or rather, you are in the space where the office used to be, before the demolition crews...

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