The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had been falling on the valley of the River Tyne for three days, a steady, gray drumming that turned the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. Elias Thorne walked the path that wound along the riverbank, his boots heavy with mud, his breath a small, white ghost in the cold air. He was a man who had learned the topography of his own skin, every scar a map of where he had failed,...

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