The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

"Do you hear that?" Miles leaned forward. His knuckles were white on the leather seat. The engine hummed a low, sick note. "Nothing," said Arthur. His voice was flat. Tired. "Just the wind." "The wind doesn't sound like teeth." Arthur did not look at him. He looked at the road. The road was a grey ribbon. It cut through the moor. The sky was the color of old iron. Miles was young. Twenty-two....

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