The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in the city of Ashenford did not fall so much as it hung, a heavy, gray curtain that smelled of wet stone and ancient iron, and it was inside this suffocating dampness that Thomas Bradshaw sat in the small, candle-lit office of the Constabulary, his hands resting on the table as if they were stone blocks, waiting for the world to end or simply to pass him by. He was a man of forty...

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