The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The wool of the dress clung to Eleanor Vane’s skin like a second, suffocating layer of flesh, damp and heavy with the sweat of her labor, as she stood before the glass door of the Headmistress’s office, her knuckles white against the brass handle, her breath coming in short, jagged gasps that felt less like air and more like shards of ice being ground against her ribs. The room beyond was...

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