The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The door closed. The lock clicked. A heavy sound. Maren stood in the hallway. Her coat was heavy. Wool and damp. The smell of rain. Of wet stone. She did not move. She breathed. Short. Quick. The air was stale. Recycled. Cold. She looked at the wall. White paint. Peeling. A crack. Small. Like a vein. Blue. Dark. She touched it. Her finger slid. The texture was rough. Like skin. Dead skin. She...

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