The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The banquet hall smelled of roast goose and old money. Candles flickered in brass holders. Gold leaf peeled from the walls. Major Elias Thorne sat at the head of the table. He was a large man. Broad shoulders. Heavy hands. His uniform was crisp. Steel blue. Buttons polished to a mirror shine. He did not eat. He watched the fish. A large carp lay on a bed of ice. Its eyes were black beads....

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