The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in D.C. did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the granite of the Capitol into a mirror that reflected the sky’s bruised purple and the weary faces of those who walked beneath it. Elias Thorne stood at the curb of Independence Avenue, watching a yellow cab splatter a pedestrian with grey slush. He was a man of fifty, broad-shouldered but curved at the...

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