The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain hammered the corrugated tin roof of the barracks, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that matched the thud of Elias Thorne’s heart. He stood before the desk, his hands clasped behind his back, staring at the rain-streaked window where the steam from the nearby yards curled like ghosts into the grey sky. Inspector Halloway sat behind the desk, his pen hovering over a pad of paper, the tip...

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