The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The bread was already stale. It lay on the stone table, a pale, hard thing that looked less like food and more like a piece of chalk left out in the rain. Thomas Bradshaw picked it up, feeling the dry weight of it in his palm. It was his own hand that held it, yet it felt foreign, an object he had not owned for a long time. He looked down at his fingers, stained with the dust of flour and the...

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