The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ink in my fountain pen froze before the last letter of my signature was even formed. It was a solid, black bead, trapped on the tip, refusing to flow. I stared at it, then at the form before me, the *Certificate of Final Settlement*, its edges crisp against the gray laminate of my desk. The quarterly audit was in forty-eight hours. If I did not file the closure for my father’s estate by...

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