The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the textile mill did not smell of cotton, not really, not when it was compressed by the heat of the spinning mules and the sweat of three hundred men who moved in a synchronized, hypnotic trance. It smelled of iron and old grease, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled in the lungs like fine dust. Elias Thorne stood at the end of his row, his fingers stained...

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