The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell hard on the moor. It was a cold, gray drizzle that turned the heather to mud. Thomas walked. His boots were heavy. They were soaked. He did not stop. He walked until his legs burned. He walked until his lungs ached. He carried a bundle. It was wrapped in oilcloth. Inside was his heart. He was fourteen. He was small for his age. His face was pale. His eyes were wide. He looked like...

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