The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream always began with the smell of wet wool and iron. It was a scent so specific to the cold, damp air of the northern Atlantic coast that it bypassed Elias’s conscious mind and settled directly into his bones. In the dream, he was not in the sterile, white-tiled hallway of the St. Jude’s Community Center, but standing on the edge of a cliff where the wind did not blow so much as it tore...

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