The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain against the window of the observation cell was a rhythmic, persistent tapping, like a finger seeking a door that had been locked for a long time. Elias sat on the metal bench, his knees drawn up, his hands resting on his shins. He was not looking at the door. He was looking at the corner of the room where the shadows pooled thickest. In that darkness, he felt the weight of the thing he...

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