The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The letter on my desk smelled of stale tobacco and the sharp, chemical bite of the ink I had used to forge the Commissioner’s seal, a scent that clung to the air of the cramped office like a physical weight, pressing against my temples as I stared at the cold, blue eyes of the Inspector reflected in the darkened window behind me. "You are asking for a transfer to the uniformed division,"...

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