The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The fog did not roll in; it pooled, thick and milky against the brickwork of St. Jude’s, a substance that tasted of copper and old lilies. You were thirty years old, Elara, and your hands were stained to the wrist with iodine and the dark, viscous blood of the typhus victims who filled the wards above. You wanted Thomas alive. He was twenty-two, your younger brother, and he lay in the basement...

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