The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey, relentless drizzle that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood into slick, black mirrors reflecting the soot-stained windows of the mills, and in the quiet of my parlor, with the clock ticking its heavy, mechanical beat, I sat at the desk to write the first entry of what I have come to understand is not a record of my life but a testament to its...

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