The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The train rattled like a loose tooth in my jaw as I pressed the ledger against my chest, the ink already seeping through the leather cover. I was thirty-four, and I smelled of wet wool and the cheap soap from the hobo jungle where I’d slept two nights ago. My hands were black to the wrist, the dye from the mill’s ledgers having eaten into my skin until it felt like raw meat under a tight...

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