The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hits the glass. It stutters. It stops. You sit in the chair. The wood creaks. It is a small office. The walls are thin. The air is cold. You are the investigator. You hold the object. It is a key. It is brass. It is old. It is worn. The edges are smooth. You turn it over. You look at the teeth. They are chipped. You know why. You have held it for years. You have turned it in your hand....

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