The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The mud on the road to Blackwood Mill had turned to a slick, sucking paste that swallowed Arthur Vane’s boots with every step, a grim welcome to the valley where the air tasted of coal smoke and wet iron. He was forty years old, though the grey in his beard and the stiffness in his knees made him feel older, and he carried a leather satchel that held the only thing of value he had left: the...

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