The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The frost had not touched the lily. I wrote that down first, because the ink was still wet on the page when I noticed the stem trembling in the wind, white petals unfurling with a persistence that felt less like life and more like a mockery. It is November, 1924, and the parish of St. Jude’s is dying, but that flower in the churchyard, the one I planted from a seed I found in the ruins of my...

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