The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coal dust is in your teeth. You scrape it out with a silver spoon. The taste is metallic. Cold. It tastes like the town of Blackwater. You are the new inspector. You came from the city. You are here to count the bodies. Or so the papers say. You walk the narrow street. The fog is thick. It clings to the brick. It clings to you. You hold your case. It is heavy. Leather. Brown. It holds the...

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