The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The cellar smelled of wet iron and stale tobacco. Dale stood in the center of the room. His hands were shaking. He held the wrench in his right hand. The metal was cold. It bit into his palm. He looked at the machine. It was a large thing. A steel beast. It sat in the corner. It hummed. A low, sick sound. He was the foreman. He was in charge. He had the key to the gate. He had the ledger. He...

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