The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bread was stale. It had been stale for days. The crumb was dry, brittle, a landscape of white dust that crumbled under the touch of a rough finger. Thomas Whitmore sat at the heavy oak table in the refectory of the Abbey of St. Jude. He did not eat. He watched the loaf. It sat on the board, untouched, pale as bone. To the other monks, it was food. To Thomas, it was a curse. Or perhaps a...

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