The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The frost had not yet left the panes. It clung there, a lace of white decay. I watched it. I always watched it. My name is not important, but I was the hand that held the glass. I was the investigator of the house. I knew its veins. I knew the rot beneath the floorboards. The estate of Aldous Thorne was a beast that breathed in silence. It stood on the cliff, watching the sea die. Thorne was a...

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