The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dream was always the same, a recurring erosion that left Margaret Holloway’s hands trembling before the sun had fully breached the grey London sky. She lay in the narrow bed of her flat, staring at the ceiling where the plaster had begun to flake in long, pale strips, and watched Julian’s fingers disintegrate into a fine, grey powder that settled on the sheets like ash. It was not a...

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