The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the windows of the St. Jude’s Psychiatric Institute for the Chronically Disordered, turning the world outside into a watercolor smear of wet slate and dying oak. You sat in the corner of the observation room, the one with the padded walls that smelled faintly of antiseptic and old sweat, your hands resting on your...

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