The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth. The dream was already fading. I held it like a wet cloth. It was slippery. It was heavy. I could not name it. But I knew it. I knew the shape of the thing that had bitten me. I sat up. The room was dark. The moon was high. It looked like a pale coin. It looked like a broken eye. I went to the window. The glass was cold against my cheek. Outside, the...

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