The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey mist that clung to the wet asphalt of the city, turning the streetlights into smeared halos of sickly yellow that bled into the pavement. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the doorway of the precinct, his collar turned up against the damp chill that seeped into his bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do...

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