The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The cough came first, a wet, rattling tear in the silence of the room, followed by the wet stain on the handkerchief that I pressed to my mouth. I am writing this to you, Elara, from the cold stone of the station house, the wind howling against the shutters like a living thing seeking entry. I want to go home. I want to sit in the armchair by the fire in our ancestral manor, to feel the weight...

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