The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The whistle screamed at four in the morning, a sound that tore through the fog and settled in the bones of the men in the queue. Arthur Vane stood with his back against the cold brick of the mine office, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of a coat that had lost its shape years ago. He was forty years old, and his knees ached with the dampness that seemed to have soaked into the very stone...

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