The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had been falling for three days, a thick, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the lower city into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gas lamps in trembling, orange pools, and as I stood on the platform of the terminus with my duffel bag slung over one shoulder and my uniform tucked neatly into my belt, I could feel the weight of the wet wool pressing against my skin, a cold,...

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