The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hammered the tin roof like a drumroll for a funeral no one had requested. Inside the small, cramped office of the *Daily Chronicle*, the air smelled of wet wool and stale ink. Arthur Vance sat hunched over his desk, a man made of sharp angles and bad decisions. He was a scholar of the old school, a man who believed in the sanctity of the word and the dignity of the line. But tonight,...

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