The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a thick, grey curtain that erased the horizon and turned the world into a damp, breathing thing that smelled of wet wool and old iron, and in that suffocating stillness, Thomas Whitmore, who was not yet a man but certainly not a boy anymore, stood in the center of the kitchen with his hands pressed flat against the cold, unyielding surface of the table,...

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