The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The wool of the grey coat was thick and matted, a heavy shroud that smelled of damp cellar stone and the stale, metallic tang of fear, and as Elias Thorne sat on the cold edge of his cot in the single room he rented above the tannery, he traced the frayed seam along the left sleeve with a finger that trembled not from the chill of the November air but from the profound, vibrating silence that...

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