The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was white. Not the white of snow. Not the white of bone. It was the white of silence. The white of a held breath. Captain Elias Thorne stood in it. He wore his dress blues. The wool itched. The brass buttons were cold. He looked down. His hands were empty. He remembered the weight of the rifle. He remembered the weight of the oath. He remembered the weight of Margaret’s hand in his....

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