The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the tin roof of the supply depot with a rhythmic, metallic persistence that made Elias Vane’s teeth ache. He sat on an overturned crate, his hands wrapped around a mug of cold coffee. The liquid was dark, bitter, and tasted of rust. Across the room, standing by the window where the gray light filtered through the grime, was Thomas....

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