The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain was not falling; it was being thrown against the windowpane by a wind that had no business existing indoors. Elias Thorne stood with his back to the glass, watching the condensation blur the face of the man across the desk. Commander Halloway did not look up from the file in his hands. The paper was thin, translucent under the yellow glow of the desk lamp, and the ink seemed to bleed...

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