The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bus stops. You step off. The air smells of wet asphalt and dying leaves. It is November. The town is small. It sits in a valley. The fog clings to the rooflines. It hides the spires. It hides the faces. You are here to find the truth. Or so you tell yourself. You are a detective. Not by badge. By need. You wear a coat that has seen better decades. You carry a notebook that is half full of...

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