The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The iron bell above the door of the Grand Hotel Continental did not ring so much as it groaned, a low, resonant moan that seemed to vibrate through the soles of Elias Thorne’s shoes and up into the marrow of his bones, a sound that spoke of the weight of the world pressing down upon the polished mahogany floorboards, and Elias, who had spent the last three days hauling crates of preserved figs...

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