The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The ria lies flat under the low summer sun, a sheet of grey water stretching from the salt marshes to the distant horizon where the fishing fleet returns with the day’s catch. The air tastes of brine and diesel, of wet stone and the particular, metallic tang of the oxygen subscription tanks that line the clinic’s back wall. I am Encarnacion Pelayo, and I am sitting in the sterile white room...

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