The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain in London does not wash things clean; it merely rearranges the grime, pressing the dust of the city into the porous skin of the pavement and the damp plaster of the walls. I sat in the corner of my flat in Southwark, the radiator ticking a hollow, rhythmic counterpoint to the drumming on the windowpane, and held the ledger in my lap. It was a heavy thing, bound in cracked leather that...

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