The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The van sat in the driveway like a beast that had starved for a week. It was a white Ford, dented on the passenger side where a branch had struck it during the long, wet autumn. Inside, the air smelled of mildew and old coffee. Elias Thorne stood by the open door, his hands resting on the steering wheel. He was a man built for the road, broad-shouldered and quiet, with hands that looked like...

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