The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The glass shattered. It did not break with a sharp, brittle crack, but with a low, resonant hum that vibrated in the teeth of Margaret Holloway. She stood in the center of the white room, her hands raised, fingers splayed. The fragments of the windowpane did not fall to the floor. They hung in the air, suspended by an invisible grid, rotating slowly like shards of ice in a frozen lake. Each...

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