The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain tasted of copper and old pennies, slicking the asphalt of the town square until it reflected the fractured neon of the pharmacy sign like a bleeding wound. I stood there, my uniform torn at the shoulder, the heavy wool soaked through to the skin, clinging to my ribs like a second, colder body. My hands were shaking, not from the cold, but from the residual electricity of the fight that...

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