The Pale Tale
The invoice for the estate’s structural repairs was the first thing you saw, tucked beneath a stack of damp newspapers on the kitchen table, the paper yellowed and brittle as a dead leaf, the ink faded to a ghostly gray that made the numbers blur into an illegible mess. You held it up to the weak afternoon light filtering through the grimy window, trying to decipher the total, but the dampness...
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