The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The pale silk scarf lay in Elias’s hands, cold and damp, as if it had just been pulled from a well. He sat at the kitchen table, the fabric bunched in his fist, while the refrigerator hummed its low, indifferent note against the silence of the house. It was 4:00 AM, and he was awake because of the dream again: Mara, standing in the hallway, the silk wrapped so tightly around her throat that her...

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