The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The air in the mill hung thick and grey, a tangible weight that pressed against the lungs and settled in the hair, smelling of wet wool, coal dust, and the sharp, metallic tang of machine oil that had seeped into the very floorboards over the last twenty years. I stood at the edge of the loom floor, my hands resting on the cold iron railing, watching as Thomas Vance, my husband of eleven years,...

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