The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train hissed against the rails, a long, low moan that seemed to come from the earth itself. It carried Marcus through the grey fog of the industrial city, a ghost in a wool coat. He was a man made of edges. Sharp elbows. Hard eyes. A jaw that never relaxed. He had left home three years ago. Or perhaps he had been cast out. The distinction had blurred. He arrived at the facility. It was a...

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