The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the Ministry of Public Credit, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the city below into a smear of mud and iron. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dry rot and ozone, a dry, electric smell that clung to the back of the throat. Elias stood before the mahogany desk of Mr. Thorne, his fingers trembling as he held up a scrap of vellum,...

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