The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell on the slate roof of the Ashworth Institute with a sound like dry leaves skittering across a grave, a persistent, wet hiss that seeped into the marrow of everyone who remained inside. Elara sat at her desk in the sub-basement archive, the air thick with the scent of decaying paper and the metallic tang of old blood, her fingers stained a bruised purple from handling the brittle,...

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