The Pale Tale
The clock in the library ticked with a heavy, wooden thud, counting out the seconds like coins dropped onto a stone floor. You had three hours before Colonel Harker arrived, and you spent them measuring the distance between the shelves with a tape measure, your hands trembling slightly from the cold damp that seeped through the floorboards. You were Elias Thorne, a historian who had spent...
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