The Pale Tale
Thorne. Elias Thorne looked up from the ledger. The voice belonged to Mr. Halloway, the director, who stood in the doorway of the basement archive with a hand raised in a gesture that was less a wave and more a dismissal. The air down here was thick and cold, smelling of damp paper and the mineral tang of the old stone walls. Elias wiped his hands on his trousers, leaving a faint grey smudge on...
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