The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in London did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into a mirror for the soot that fell from the sky like ash, and you stood on the platform at King’s Cross with your suitcase held so tightly in your hands that your knuckles had gone the color of old bone, watching the steam from the departing train curl into the gray afternoon air like the...

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