The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The cake was too high. Three layers. Cream white as bone. We were hungry. God, we were hungry. My name is Eli. I was twelve. Or thirteen. Time stretches when you are starving. It snaps when you are full. The ballroom was cold. The windows fogged. Outside, the snow fell. It did not stop. It never stopped. The Mayor stood by the piano. He wore a gray suit. It fit him well. He smiled. His teeth...

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