The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a gray, persistent drizzle that turned the cobblestones of the old town into slick mirrors reflecting the soot-stained brickwork of the Magistrate’s Hall, where you sat in the corner of the clerk’s office, your hands folded tightly in your lap, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the heavy velvet curtains, knowing with...

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