The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the soot-stained brickwork of the industrial quarter, blurring the edges of the world until the city itself seemed to dissolve into a gray, watery smear, and it was within this suffocating embrace of damp and decay that Arthur Penhaligon, a man whose spine had long since curved under the weight of his own...

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