The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron gates of Blackwood Hall did not rust so much as they forgot their own shape, the metal flaking into a fine, pale powder that drifted onto the cobblestones like snow that had never seen the sun. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the library table, his spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose, watching the ash settle on the leather binding of the ledger before him. He was forty-two,...

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