The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the dim, amber glow of the gas lamps, and you stood at the center of it, your coat soaked through to the skin, holding the hand of your father who was no longer entirely there, his fingers cold and stiff in your grip like a bundle of dry twigs,...

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