The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hide was heavy, a wet slab of pale flesh that dragged against the stone floor of the tannery, and you were hauling it toward the vat with a rope that bit into your palms. Samuel stood by the door, his hands tucked into the pockets of his oilskin coat, watching you with a stillness that made your stomach turn. You knew what he was seeing. You knew because you felt it in your own fingers, a...

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