The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that blurred the edges of the world and turned the cobblestones of Highgate into a slick, treacherous mirror, and as I stood on the stoop of my late brother’s manor, watching the water drip from the eaves in a rhythmic, mournful percussion, I felt the weight of the silence pressing against my chest, a physical force that made it...

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