The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Siiri Elo knew, standing now in the gray afternoon, that the fire had taken more than the barn; it had taken the receipts, and with them, the proof of her three years of service. She looked back at the parish office, a low stone block near the lighthouse where the fog rolled in thick as wool, and remembered the moment the air in the room had turned to ice. It was the first real dark of autumn,...

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