The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

I wiped the ink from my thumb with a rag that had already dried stiff in the cold. The ledger lay open on the desk, the pages yellowed and brittle. I was thirty-four years old, and the Northern Rail audit was in three weeks. I needed to be perfect. I needed to be permanent. The office was drafty, the kind of cold that settles in the bones and stays there until you are paid for the coal. I...

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