The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hit the pavement in sheets. It was cold. It was always cold in the city now. The neon sign buzzed. Red light bled across the wet asphalt. Thomas stood under the awning. He wore the coat. It was old. The wool was thin. He could feel the damp seep in. He did not care. He watched the door. It opened. A woman walked out. She was small. She moved fast. She looked left. She looked right. She...

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