The Pale Tale
Chapter One Camille Renard, fifty-two years old, stood in the sterile glass atrium of the Ministry of Labor, clutching a dossier that proved his father’s wrongful dismissal in 1998. The air smelled of wet wool and the metallic tang of old radiator pipes, a scent that clung to the back of his throat. His hands trembled, the first tremors of early-onset Parkinson’s, a physical betrayal that...
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