The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the dining room was thick with the scent of burnt sugar and old wood. It was a smell that clung to the throat. Elias stood by the fireplace. The fire had died down to embers. They glowed like dying eyes. He looked at his daughter, Mara. She sat at the head of the table. She was twenty-two. She was beautiful. She was hollow. Her father had built this house. Not the bricks. The bricks...

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