The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The soup was thick. It clung to the spoon with a viscous, amber gravity. Margaret Holloway stood in the center of the mess hall, her boots heavy on the linoleum, watching the steam rise in lazy, grey coils. The air was stale, recycled through ducts that hummed with a low, electrical drone. It smelled of boiled cabbage and iodine. It smelled of the ward. Captain Elias Thorne sat at the long...

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