The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog rolls in from the harbor. It smells of rust and wet wool. You stand at the edge of the pier. Your boots are heavy. The water is black. It does not move. You are here to find the boy. His name is Leo. He is your son. He is missing. The police say he is dead. They say the sea took him. They are liars. You know they are liars. You have always known. The factory is a beast. It breathes...

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