The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fire did not start with a spark. It started with a knowing. You remember the heat before you saw the smoke. It was a dry, brittle heat, like the air inside a sealed room where someone has died and the window was never opened. You were standing in the kitchen of the old estate, your hands stained with the black mud of the garden, and you knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical blow...

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