The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The silt was thick in the basin, a grey slurry that clung to Elias’s boots. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the old assembly room of the Millbrook Institute, watching the water rise. It was not rain. It was not a leak. It was a slow, deliberate inundation, seeping up from the foundations of the building itself. Elias wiped the mud from his spectacles. His hands trembled, not from...

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