The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain against the window of the municipal records office was not falling so much as it was being pressed against the glass by a wind that seemed to have no source, a cold, static pressure that made Elias Thorne’s teeth ache. He watched his daughter, Clara, shrink into the gray afternoon, her umbrella a small, defiant black spot against the wet pavement until she disappeared entirely into the...

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