The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The pale light of a November dawn filtered through the grimy windows of Hull's dockside warehouse, casting long shadows across the stacks of forgotten cargo. Eleanor Ashworth-Vane stood before the cracked mirror in the warehouse foreman's office, watching her reflection with the detached curiosity of a stranger. Three months. Three months since the letter arrived from solicitors in Lincoln's...

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