The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mortar in your hand is heavy, its iron rim worn smooth by years of friction against the pestle, and the pale dust of dried poppy seeds rises in a fine, choking cloud that settles on the collar of your shirt, a ghostly snow that does not melt. You are Elias Thorne, a physician of thirty-four years, and the winter of 1918 has settled over Kraljevec like a shroud, sealing the borders with ice...

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