The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The dust in the restricted wing of St. Jude’s Abbey did not settle; it hung in the air like a suspended judgment, catching the weak winter light that bled through the high, narrow windows. I was thirty-two years old, and I had spent the last six months cataloging the water-damaged folios of the lower archive, my fingers stained with ink and my spine aching from the low desk. My tenure review...

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