The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain against the windowpane of the study did not sound like water, but like a thousand small, dry fingers tapping for attention. It was a persistent, insistent rhythm that matched the hollow ache in Elias Thorne’s chest. He stood before the full-length mirror, the glass fogged slightly by the heat of the radiator, and watched his own reflection with the detached curiosity of a scientist...

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