The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was not a dream but a waking of the flesh, a slow unraveling of the skin that left me standing on the edge of a highway in the dead of night, the asphalt slick with a rain that smelled of iron and old pennies, and I knew with a certainty that cut deeper than bone that I had left something behind, a piece of myself that had been severed by the very hand I had sworn to protect, for I...

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