The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The soup was thick with a grey, viscous sludge that clung to the sides of the iron bowl, smelling faintly of rust and boiled wool, and you stared at the surface where the light from the high, barred window fractured into dull, oily rainbows, thinking how strange it was that you had once considered yourself a man of delicate taste, someone who could distinguish the nuance between a Cabernet and...

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