The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coat was grey. It was a heavy wool thing. Thick. It smelled of damp earth and old smoke. I wore it every day. I did not take it off. Not for sleep. Not for meals. It was warm. It was heavy. It held me together. My father said it was good wool. He said it would last a lifetime. He bought it at the market in Ashworth. The air there was thin. The factories hummed. A low, constant drone. It...

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