The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain against the high, barred windows of the Municipal Archive sounded like the scratching of fingernails on wood, a persistent, dry rasp that Elias Thorne had long since stopped hearing as weather and begun to hear as a voice. He sat at the heavy oak table, his hands folded tightly over the leather-bound ledger of his late brother Julian, the spine cracked and the pages swollen with damp,...

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