The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The house stood at the end of the lane, a heavy, dark thing built of stone that seemed to have grown out of the earth itself, its windows like hollow sockets staring into the perpetual gray of the afternoon. Thomas Ashworth drove his carriage up the gravel drive, the wheels crunching loudly against the silence, the sound too sharp, too intrusive for the stillness of the place. He had not been...

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