The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hit the windshield in hard, diagonal sheets. Elias Thorne did not blink. He focused on the rearview mirror, watching the grey blur of the city fall away. The wipers fought the glass with a rhythmic, mechanical snap. Snap. Snap. Snap. He was driving to the facility. He was driving to the truth. Or so he told himself. The building rose from the mist like a concrete tooth. St. Jude’s...

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