The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had been falling for three days, a ceaseless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world against the windowpane of the attic room. It was a small, cramped space, the air thick with the scent of damp wool and old paper, where the light seemed to have died long before the sun set. Leo sat at the desk, his hands wrapped tightly around a piece of charcoal, his knuckles white. He was...

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