The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

"Put it down, Elias." The voice was low, precise, and stripped of all inflection. It hung in the air of the Magistrate’s office, heavier than the dust motes dancing in the single shaft of afternoon light that cut through the blinds. I stood there, my hand still resting on the doorknob, the brass cold and slick under my palm. I had come to collect the promotion packet, the one promised for...

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