The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The Pale Tale The pale light of dawn seeped through the cracked windowpanes of the cottage, painting the dust motes in hues of gold and ash. Eleanor March stood at the kitchen table, her fingers tracing the rim of a chipped teacup as though the porcelain might whisper the answers she desperately needed. The tea itself was bitter and oversteeped, the kind of brew that Margaret had always made...

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