The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The hammer felt heavy in my hand, heavier than it had the morning I bought it from old Mr. Silas at the hardware store. I stood before the glass in the hallway of the Thorne house, the wood grain of the doorframe sweating under my grip. The reflection was not mine. It was a face lined with decades of grief, eyes hollowed out by a sorrow so old it had calcified into bone. I swung. The steel head...

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