The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The heat in the market square was a physical weight, pressing down on the shoulders of anyone foolish enough to stand still, and Roseline Arceneaux knew this weight well as she walked toward the last gas station on the road out of town. The air shimmered above the cracked asphalt, distorting the view of the canal banks where the boats sat idle, their hulls green with algae, while the silence...

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