The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

"Look at it." The voice was low. A rasp. It came from the shadows near the heavy oak door. Elias did not turn. He kept his eyes on the wall. The paint was peeling. It curled like dry skin. It was white. It was once white. Now it was grey. It was dying. "Look at it, Elias." He did not look. He knew what the voice saw. He knew what everyone saw. The thing in the corner. The shape that was not a...

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