The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train groaned against the iron rails, a sound that seemed to vibrate through the marrow of Elias Thorne’s bones as it carried him north into the gray, industrial dawn. He sat in the window seat, his coat buttoned tight against the chill that seeped through the glass, and watched the blur of fields and fences dissolve into the smog-choked horizon of the city. In his left hand, clutched with...

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