The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hat sat on the desk. It was a wide-brimmed thing, woven of straw so fine it looked like spun light. It had belonged to Arthur. Arthur was the Town Clerk. Arthur was also the man who knew everything and told nothing. Mara stared at it. The office smelled of dust and dried lavender. Outside, the rain tapped against the window glass, a steady, rhythmic code. She touched the brim. The straw was...

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