The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The wine was dark as dried blood and the candles burned low in their brass sconces, casting a yellow, suffocating glow over the long oak table. I sat at the head, not by right of title, but because I was the only one who could still read the ledger without my eyes blurring. The air in the counting house was thick with the scent of beeswax and old paper, a smell that had soaked into the very...

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