The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the narrow alley behind the mill into a slick, treacherous river of mud and refuse, and it was into this wet, choking world that Thomas Bradshaw stepped, his boots heavy with the silt of the street and his mind heavy with the quiet, grinding weight of a debt that no amount of honest labor could...

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