The Pale Tale
The rain had not stopped in three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the window of the interrogation room and made the fluorescent lights hum with a low, electric sickness that you felt in your teeth rather than heard with your ears. You sat across from Elias, who was not a suspect but a witness, or perhaps a mirror, for he sat in the chair that had been reserved for the man who was...
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