The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain did not fall so much as it pressed against the windowpanes of the Magistrate’s office, a heavy, suffocating hand that turned the glass into a blurred, gray mirror where Marnie could see only the ghost of her own reflection, a face twisted in a silent scream that no one else in the room could hear, while the smell of wet wool and stale tobacco hung thick in the air, a scent that had...

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