The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The house stood at the end of the drive like a held breath. It was a Victorian thing, all sharp angles and shuttered eyes, built of stone that had turned the color of old bruises. Arthur Penhaligon stood before the iron gate, his fingers white-knuckled on the rusted bars. He was a man of books, of quiet rooms and dust motes dancing in slanted light. But today, the light was harsh and...

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