The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Chapter One The polder wind did not blow so much as it pressed, a flat, gray hand against the shutters of the boarding house where the rooms, for the most part, stood empty and smelling of damp plaster and old tea. Johannes van Doorn, twelve years old and already lean as a dried reed, stood in the kitchen counting the scrip he had earned that day, his fingers numb not from the cold but from the...

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