The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The sound was a low, wooden thud, like a heavy oak door latching shut in a room where no one was standing. Elias Thorne sat in his cubicle on the fourteenth floor of Meridian & Associates, the fluorescent lights humming their dull, electric hymn above him. He was forty-two, a senior actuary with ten years of service and a son, Julian, who was eighteen and already three months behind on his...

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