The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The caliper’s jaws were cold against the granite, a chill that bit through the leather of your gloves and settled into the bone of your wrist. You stood on the scaffolding, thirty-two years old, holding the fate of Oakhaven’s most famous ruin in the precise, sterile grip of a woman who had spent the last decade ensuring that things did not fall. The wind off the moor was a physical weight,...

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