The Pale Tale
The carriage wheels had ground to a halt against the packed earth of the driveway, a final, shuddering creak that seemed to vibrate in the hollow of my chest as I sat rigid in the corner of the velvet-lined seat, my hands clasped so tightly over my knees that the joints ached with a dull, persistent throb, and I watched through the rain-streaked window as the rain fell in thick, heavy sheets...
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