The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The house does not breathe, yet I hear it inhale, a long, shuddering pull of cold air through the cracks in the window frames that seems to suck the warmth from my bones and deposit a fine, grey dust across the floorboards where I sit, my back pressed against the wallpaper which has begun to peel in long, pale strips that look too much like bandages or perhaps the skin of something that has...

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