The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, industrial drumming against the soot-blackened windows of the Bureau of Municipal Records, a sound that seemed to seep into the very mortar of the building, dissolving the distinction between the outside world and the sterile, humming interior where Thomas Bradshaw lived his life in a state of perpetual, quiet administration. He was a man...

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