The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The coal dust in the cellar of the Whitmore Textile Mill does not settle; it hangs in the air like a suspended judgment, a fine, grey mist that coats the lungs and the conscience in equal measure. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a foreman whose hands are perpetually stained black by the machinery he is sworn to protect, and you are currently lying about the safety of the boilers, a...

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