The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream always began with the taste of copper and old pennies, a metallic tang that coated the back of Sergeant Elias Thorne’s throat long before his eyes opened to the grey, rain-slicked ceiling of the family estate in Kent, where the air hung heavy with the scent of damp wool and decaying mahogany. In the dream, he was holding the small, tarnished tin box again, the one that had belonged to...

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