The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ledger was open. Miles held a pen that had never touched ink. The nib hovered over the column for "Miscellaneous Losses." It trembled. Not from cold. The air conditioning in the basement office of St. Jude’s Home for the Aged was set to a constant, sterile sixty degrees. It was the kind of chill that seeped into the marrow, a bureaucratic frost. "You're late, Miles," said Arthur. Arthur...

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