The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The hand was not an ornament. It was a fact, as immutable and terrifying as the iron gates of the Ashworth estate. Elara sat in the drawing room, her fingers—her own, the living ones—twisting the silk of her glove. Across from her, Lord Ashworth watched her with the detached interest of a man observing a new species of beetle. The air in the room was thick with the scent of beeswax and stale...

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