The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain fell in sheets, turning the gravel yard into a slurry of grey mud. Elias counted the seconds between each drop hitting the puddle at his feet. One. Two. Three. He was forty-two years old, and he had spent the last six hours standing under the awning of St. Jude’s Regional Clinic, watching the water run in rivulets down the glass doors. Inside, in Room 304, his brother Thomas lay dying...

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