The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog clung to the ivy of the university walls like a wet shroud. I wiped my spectacles with a trembling hand. The glass was cracked. A spiderweb fracture ran from the center outward, distorting the view of the lake. It looked like a shattered eye. I adjusted the strap over my ear. It slipped. I adjusted it again. My fingers were numb. The cold had settled into my bones. It was a heavy,...

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