The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coat was heavy. That is the first thing I remember, the weight of it against my shoulders, pressing me into the chair in the center of the room. It was a dark wool, thick and damp with the morning’s mist, and I had been wearing it for so long it felt less like clothing and more like a second skin. My name is Thomas. I am a man who has served. The details of where, for how many years, have...

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