The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The spores did not taste of rot, but of old paper and dried lavender. You remember that first. You remember the way they drifted into the window of Ward 4, settling on the sheets of your sister, Elara, like a fine, pale snow. It is November, 1893. You are thirty-two years old, and you have been a night-shift nurse at Blackwood Sanatorium for six months. You want to save her. You want to scrub...

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