The Pale Tale
The bell rings. It is a sharp sound. It cuts the air. You are standing in the hall. The floor is cold. You feel the cold through your shoes. Your father is gone. The house is quiet. The silence is heavy. It presses on your chest. You breathe in. You breathe out. The air is stale. It smells of dust and old paper. You look at your hands. They are dirty. There is a smear of red on your thumb. You...
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