The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The rain against the window of the research station was a rhythmic, maddening tap that seemed to drill directly into the base of my skull, a sound that had become indistinguishable from the ticking of the clock on the wall, which marked the twenty-three days remaining until my contract expired. I sat at my desk, surrounded by the dust of a century’s accumulated neglect, staring at the cursor...

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