The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the basement of the St. Jude’s shelter smelled of damp concrete and rotting cardboard, a thick, grey fog that settled in the lungs and refused to leave. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the room, his hands raised not in surrender, but in a rigid, defensive posture, as if trying to hold back a tide that had already broken through the walls. He was a man carved from the same...

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