The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The brass plate on the door of the archivist’s office had faded to a ghostly white, the letters that once proclaimed the Department of Historical Records now indistinguishable from the tarnish that had settled over every surface in the basement of the municipal library. Elias Thorne sat behind the heavy oak desk, his fingers hovering over a stack of index cards that smelled of vinegar and old...

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