The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The clock in the town square did not tick; it breathed. It was a great, brass-lunged beast suspended in the iron frame of the old clock tower, its face a pale, porcelain moon that stared down at the cobbled streets of Harrow’s End. Margaret Holloway stood before it, her hands resting on the cold iron railing. She was forty-two, but the years had carved deep canyons into her face, not from...

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