The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The iron fence surrounding the old St. Jude’s Orphanage did not rust like other metal; it bled. It was a thick, viscous black oil that seeped from the joints of the bars at dawn, pooling in the cracked concrete of the perimeter before the sun had fully cleared the grey skyline of the city. Elias Thorne, a municipal inspector of forty-two years with a pension three months away, stood before the...

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