The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain hit the windshield of the patrol car in a steady, gray sheet. It was the kind of rain that turned the world into a blur of wet asphalt and sodium lights. Elias Vance sat behind the wheel. His hands were steady on the leather. They had to be. He was a field agent for the Bureau of Containment. The job required steady hands. It required a steady mind. It required a man who could look at...

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