The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train pulled into the station with a shriek that sounded less like metal on metal and more like a scream held back by a tight hand. I stood in the crowd, clutching my mother’s hand so tightly that my knuckles turned white, my eyes fixed on the sliding doors of the carriage. We were leaving. That was the only fact that mattered, the only anchor in the swirling fog of my confusion. The air...

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