The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was always the same: a cascade of brass gears and shattered glass, a sound like the world breaking its back. Elias woke with a gasp, his heart hammering against his ribs, the sweat cold on his forehead. He sat up in the dark, the small apartment trembling around him, and reached for the object on the nightstand. His fingers closed around the cool, smooth curve of the porcelain...

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