The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bell above the door had been ringing for an hour. It was a sharp, metallic shriek that tore through the silence of the shop, punctuating the heavy air with a rhythm that felt like a heartbeat gone wrong. Elias stood by the counter, his hands resting on the glass case. They were still. Too still. The wood of the floorboards creaked under the weight of the customer who had just entered. The...

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