The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Dawn arrived over the Yorkshire moors like a slow confession—grey light seeping through the wool of cloud, tentative as a penitent's prayer. Eleanor Vane stood at the window of her bedchamber in St. Cedd's Asylum for the Afflicted Gentry, watching the mist rise from the graveyard below. The hawthorn hedge that bordered the burial ground had budded early this year, and its white blossoms...

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