The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

You hold the key. It is a small thing. Brass. Cold. You have held it for three days. Your fingers are white. The air in the office is stale. It smells of dust and old paper. You are the Investigator. You wear a gray suit. It fits well. You are quiet. You are precise. You look at the file on your desk. The name is Eleanor Fairchild. She is dead. She was your mother. This is not in the file. You...

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