The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Elias Thorne lifted the spoon. The steel was cold against his thumb, heavier than it looked. He stirred the oatmeal. It was thick, beige, and smelled faintly of burnt sugar. He took a bite. The taste hit the back of his throat first. Ash. Then blood. It was a metallic, gritty sludge that coated his tongue. Elias swallowed. He set the spoon down. The bowl sat on the desk in front of the window,...

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