The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Act I Berlin hummed with the low, grinding vibration of industry, a sound that lived in the teeth more than the ears, as the tram lines stretched out over the salt-silver marshlands at dusk. The city was a machine of iron and ink, churning out gazettes and orders that bound the populace to the state. I was Liesel Hoffmann, a typesetter whose hands were stained with lead, working to keep a roof...

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