The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The carriage wheels groaned against the cobblestones of London’s East End, a sound like bones grinding in the earth. Thomas Vane sat with his back pressed firmly against the velvet seat, his eyes fixed on the rain streaking the windowpane. He was a man carved from silence and steel, a soldier who had seen the jagged lines of the Crimea and the mud of the Somme, yet the city before him felt more...

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