The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Thorne’s hand, caked in the red-brown rust of his service belt, hovered over the inkwell, the dip pen trembling not from age but from the cold that had seeped into the marrow of his bones, a chill that had nothing to do with the November wind howling off the harbor and everything to do with the rotting apple scent that thickened in the air as he prepared to sign the arrest warrant for Silas....

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