The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The phone rang at four. I was washing the dishes. The water was hot. It burned my hands. I didn't care. I kept washing. The suds turned gray. They smelled of lemon and old grease. I dried my hands on a rag. I walked to the hallway. The carpet was worn thin. I could feel the floorboards beneath. They were cold. I picked up the phone. It was my sister, Clara. Her voice was thin. It sounded like...

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