The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The fever broke on a Tuesday, or perhaps it was a Wednesday; the days had blurred into a continuous, suffocating haze of yellow curtains and the smell of boiled wool. I lay in the narrow bed of the boarding house in Ashford, the town that sat like a gray scar upon the hills of the Cotswolds, and felt the air in my lungs taste of iron and old dust. Outside, the wind howled against the glass, a...

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