The Pale Tale
The air in the sub-basement of the Harrow County Municipal Facility did not smell of rot, as one might expect from a place designed to hold the detritus of human error, but rather of a sterile, aggressive cold, a temperature that seemed to penetrate the very marrow of the bone, a chill that was not merely atmospheric but ontological, a freezing of the spirit that preceded the freezing of the...
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