The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You wake to the sound of the hammer, a rhythmic, dull thumping that seems to come not from outside the window but from inside your own chest, a second heartbeat born of labor and exhaustion. It is early, the kind of grey, pre-dawn light that makes the world look like a photograph left out in the rain, and you are sitting up in bed in the house on Elm Street, the one with the peeling paint and...

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