The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You hold the glass in your left hand, the way your mother used to hold a teacup, with a precision that defies the trembling of your fingers. The liquid inside is not water, nor is it wine. It is a pale, viscous substance that hums against the thin rim of the vessel, a sound like a distant choir singing in a key that does not exist on any piano you have ever played. You are sitting in the center...

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