The Pale Tale
The pain began in the heel, a dull, grinding ache that felt less like an injury and more like a slow erosion, as if the bone itself were being sanded down by invisible, patient hands. You sat in the corner of the sterile, fluorescent-lit room at the county administrative office, your knees drawn up to your chest, the leather of your boots creaking softly with the rhythm of your breathing. The...
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