The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink on the ledger was still wet when Elias Thorne packed his satchel, the dark fluid bleeding into the porous grain of the oak desk like a bruise that would never fully heal, and he did not look at his father, who sat in the high-backed chair by the window, his hands folded neatly in his lap as if they were the paws of a well-trained dog, waiting for a command that Elias was too cowardly to...

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