The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fog did not so much roll in as materialize — a slow exhalation of salt and iron from the channel, until the world beyond the window became a watercolour left out in the rain. Isadora Thorne watched it from the kitchen of the cottage her grandfather had left to her, the one perched on the headland where the old smugglers' path ended and the sea began. She had come back because the...

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