The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was a wash of grey static. Elias stood in a room that had no corners, only a smooth, curved wall of pale stone. He wore a coat. It was white. Not the white of snow, which implies purity, but the white of bone, of dried milk, of a page before the ink touches it. The coat fit him perfectly. It was tight across the shoulders, heavy at the hem. He looked down. The fabric seemed to...

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