The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The heavy oak door of the precinct swung shut with a finality that seemed to seal the air in the hallway, leaving Captain Elias Thorne standing in the dim, yellowed light of the bullpen, his hand still resting on the brass knob, his fingers numb not from the cold of the November night but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that followed the report, a silence so profound it felt less...

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