The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that blurred the edges of the world into a single, dripping smear of mud and stone. I sat in the back of the moving van, my knees pulled up to my chest, clutching the small, velvet box that felt heavier than it had the day I bought it. It was a simple thing, a ring of pale jade set in tarnished silver, something my father had...

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