The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a steady, gray curtain that turned the world outside the window of the St. Jude’s Orphanage into a blur of wet slate and weeping willows. I sat at my desk in the administrative office, the wood worn smooth by decades of anxious hands, and listened to the drip from the eaves. It was a sound that had become part of my own pulse, a metronome for a life that...

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