The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Act I In the Burren, stone does not forgive the rain. Caitriona Yeats woke with her left hand feeling like a block of cold, wet clay, heavy and detached from the wrist. It was a Tuesday, the day the unemployment office opened its brass-keyed doors, and the fog had been sideways for a week, turning the karst towers into blurred silhouettes. She sat up, the linoleum of her small flat creaking...

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