The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Mara, stop that. The conductor’s voice cut through the hum of the Chicago-bound train, sharp and bureaucratic, snapping her out of the trance she had been holding since the platform. She adjusted the leather portfolio in her lap, the corners of her fingers white from the grip. The train was a long, rattling tube of grey metal and beige plastic, vibrating with the rhythmic thud of wheels on...

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