The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fog had settled over the harbor town of Dunmore like a burial shroud, thick and damp, clinging to the eaves of the row houses and the rusted iron of the breakwater. Elias Thorne sat in the driver’s seat of his unmarked sedan, the engine off, the wipers resting against the glass. He was a man who had spent twenty years mapping the invisible boundaries of people’s lives, tracing the subtle...

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