The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

Chapter One The fog in Mayo does not lift; it settles, a grey silt that chokes the lungs and the ledger alike. I arrived at the stockroom in Oakhaven with Elena’s wedding dress in a canvas bag, the weight of it pressing against my spine like a debt I could not pay. The air smelled of rotting kelp and wet wool, a scent that clung to the inside of my nose. I am Michael Mahoney, the temple...

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