The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of ozone and the specific, sterile chill of a server room, but instead of the humming racks, the air was filled with the rustle of silk, a fabric so fine it seemed to be woven from the static charge of a thundercloud that had never quite hit the ground. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of a vast, white void, her hands buried in a mountain...

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