The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The gate was iron. Black and rusted, it stood against the gray sky like a tooth pulled from a giant’s jaw. Thomas Whitmore did not look back. He could not. To look back was to admit he was leaving. To look back was to invite the ghost. He walked. The cobblestones were slick with the morning mist. The city of Harrowgate woke in the distance. Smoke rose from chimneys in thin, lazy columns. The...

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