The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in the city was not water, but a liquid judgment, cold and grey, washing the soot from the cobblestones of St. Jude’s District. Thomas Ashworth walked with his head down, his collar turned up against the damp, his fingers white-knuckled around the leather satchel that contained his life’s work. He was a man who lived in the margins of syntax, a linguist who had spent twenty years...

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