The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The paper was thin, flimsy as onion skin, and it smelled of the damp brick floor where it had been left to dry. Elias Thorne held it up to the single bare bulb hanging from the ceiling, the light buzzing a low, sick note that vibrated in his teeth. It was a summons. Not a polite request, but a command from the Bureau to report to Captain Halloway’s office before the sun rose. Elias folded the...

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