The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The frost came early that year, a brittle skin over the fields of Harrow Creek. You remember the morning of the town council meeting. The air in the high school gymnasium smelled of floor wax and stale coffee. You stood near the back, by the radiators, feeling the heat press against your jacket. You were not there to speak. You were there to listen. The community had called for a gathering to...

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