The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The shoe was pale, a ghostly white canvas that had turned yellow in the water, floating near the rusted iron gate of the Blackwood Mill. I pulled it from the sludge with my gloved hands, the rubber creaking in the cold October air. It was small, sized for a child of perhaps six, the laces snapped and trailing into the brown current. I held it up against the grey sky, the mud caking the sole,...

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