The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coat was red. It was the only red thing in the room. The walls were beige. The floor was gray tile. The air smelled of stale coffee and wet wool. Leo sat on the plastic chair. His knees were pulled to his chest. He was twelve. He was small for twelve. His eyes were wide and dark. They did not blink. The door opened. A draft swept in. It carried the scent of rain. Margaret walked in. She...

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