The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train hissed to a stop in the gray void of the city, a long, exhalation of steam that hung in the air like a ghost refusing to dissipate, and Marcus Vance stepped off the platform onto the wet concrete with the heavy, rhythmic thud of a man who had carried the weight of the world in his hands for thirty years, his leather satchel swinging against his hip, the clasp clicking softly against...

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