The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the road into a slick ribbon of mud. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of the patrol car, his hands resting loosely on the wheel, watching the wipers beat a rhythmic, futile drum against the glass. He was holding a small, wooden object in his left hand. It was a birdhouse, no larger...

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