The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray sheet that turned the cobblestones of the courtyard into a slick, treacherous mirror, and I stood at the top of the stairs, my hand resting on the cold iron railing, feeling the dampness seep through the wool of my uniform until it felt less like fabric and more like a second, wetter skin. Down below, in the shadow of the archway, sat...

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