The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in Seattle did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the city into a wet, bruised fruit that leaked its rot into the gutters. Arthur Penhaligon stood on the corner of 4th and Pike, watching the steam rise from a manhole, his coat collar turned up against a damp that seemed to seep into his marrow. He was a man who lived in the spaces between words, a...

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