The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The first thing Margaret Holloway noticed was not the pain, but the sound. It was a wet, tearing sound, like a silk sheet being ripped down the middle, echoing in the sterile, humming air of the oncology ward. She looked down at her left hand, the one she had been resting on the edge of the stainless-steel examination table, and watched as the skin between her thumb and index finger began to...

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