The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog that crept up from the Thames that October morning carried with it the scent of coal smoke and something older—something like memory itself, thinning at the edges but never quite fading. Eleanor Vane stood at the window of her Cheyne Walk townhouse, watching the Thames turn the colour of tarnished silver. Below, the water moved with the patient indifference of something that has seen...

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