The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in Harrow’s End did not fall so much as it hovered, a fine, persistent mist that clung to the wool of coats and the iron of fences, turning the world into a watercolor left too long in a sink. Silas Vane walked the length of the town’s main street, his boots heavy with the mud of the countryside he had just left behind. He was a man of few words and fewer desires, his face a map of old...

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