The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The administrator called Arthur’s name from across the corridor, the sound flat and bureaucratic, bouncing off the linoleum floor. Arthur stood before the intake desk, his fingers stained with the black ink of the archive stamps he used daily, a contrast to the sterile white of the hospital walls. He was forty years old, a man who had spent two decades organizing the past into neat, labeled...

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