The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hit the window. It sounded like static. I watched the droplets race down the glass. They were fast. They were desperate. I am old now. My knees ache. My back is a knot of wire. I am a man of sixty. I used to be a soldier. I am a man of the law now. I am a guard. I stand in the hallway. I hold my badge. I hold my breath. The cafeteria smells of boiled meat. It smells of decay. It smells...

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