The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The cold did not come from the street. It seeped up from the flagstones, a damp, skeletal chill that Elias Thorne felt in the marrow of his knees as he ground the dried poppy heads. It was October, 1893, and the air in the basement of Thorne & Son Apothecary smelled of camphor, rot, and old stone. Elias was forty-two, a man whose hands were steady as iron, yet today they refused to hold the...

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