The Pale Tale

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The Pale Tale

The notice was pinned to the mint door, its ink faded by the salt air. It read: L. MacBain, Night Watch, to report absence without leave. Pay stopped. 17th of March. Lachlan MacBain stood in the hallway, thirty-two years old, holding a vial of pale oil. He was not a watchman anymore. He was a debtor. The oil was warm in his hand, thick as honey, smelling of copper and old blood. He had bought...

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