The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The porcelain figurine of the stork stood on the mantelpiece, its painted beak chipped to reveal the raw white bone beneath, a small, permanent wound that had grown over the years into a symbol of everything we could not say to each other, and I held it now in my hands, the cold ceramic biting into my palms, as the rain lashed against the windows of the manor house, a sound like the sea...

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