The Pale Tale
The rain in Ohio has a particular weight, a grey, heavy persistence that settles into the joints and stays there long after the storm has passed. For Elias Thorne, it was a reminder of everything he had left behind, a dampness that no heating system in the sterile, windowless offices of the Department of Public Records could quite drive out. He was a man of fifty-three, a man who had spent the...
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