The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Who is the keeper, and who is the kept? Gustave Hubert woke with the taste of iron filings in his mouth. He was in the archive, the room that smelled of acid-free paper and old dust, but the light was wrong. It was the light of a wind farm at dawn, flat and white, cutting through the shelves. He looked at the rack by the door. The coat was there. It was not where he had left it. It leaned...

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