The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The coat was wool, heavy and the color of wet slate, and it had belonged to Elias for thirty years. It was not a garment of fashion but of armor, a familiar weight that sat on his shoulders like a second skin, a constant reminder of the trade he had learned from his father in the narrow, rain-slicked streets of Bristol before the city had swallowed itself in glass and neon. Elias was a restorer...

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