The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Elias Thorne’s left hand shook as he tried to turn the key in the iron lock of the vault door. The metal bit into his palm, cold and slick with the damp that seeped up from the stone floor of the rotunda. He was fifty-two years old, and the Royal Constabulary had given him six months to prove the archive was sound before they cut his pension. It was a simple task, or so the Director had...

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