The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coat was black. It had been black for forty years, a void that absorbed the light of the corridor rather than reflecting it. It hung on the hook by the door, a silent sentinel of wool and memory. It belonged to Elias. Or perhaps it belonged to the space where Elias used to be. The distinction had grown thin, like ice over a winter lake, ready to shatter under the weight of a single,...

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