The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The key was cold. It bit into Elias’s palm, a rusted iron thing that had not seen a lock in three years. He stood in the freezing rain, the Appalachian foothills bleeding gray into the sky, his lungs rattling with a sound like gravel in a tin cup. He wanted to find Mara. He wanted to know why she had let him believe he was the villain of their shared history. The road ahead was a slick ribbon...

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