The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coat was a heavy thing, woven from a wool so dark it seemed to absorb the grey light of the corridor, and it hung in the empty office like a ghost that had forgotten how to leave. I sat in the chair opposite where the Chief had been sitting for thirty years, my hands resting on the cold mahogany, feeling the vibration of the ventilation system hum against my palms. It was a sound I had...

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