The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hammered against the single window of the precinct’s holding room, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that seemed to synchronize with the throbbing in Detective Elias Thorne’s temples. The room was small, windowless on three sides, with the fourth pane fogged by the difference in temperature between the cold November night and the stale, heater-dried air inside. It smelled of wet wool,...

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