The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink had not yet dried on the ledger, the black strokes still bleeding into the porous grain of the paper like dark veins spreading through pale skin, and I watched the wet sheen catch the sliver of moonlight that pierced the heavy velvet curtains of my study, a room that smelled of stale tobacco, lavender, and the metallic tang of old brass, where the silence was not an absence of sound but...

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