The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The banquet hall of St. Jude’s was a cavern of white marble and suspended light, a place where the air tasted of ozone and old paper. It was a building that did not breathe, a structure of such rigid, geometric perfection that it seemed less like a home for the living than a monument to their eventual absence. Eleanor Vane stood at the edge of the dining table, her fingers tracing the cold rim...

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