The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream began not with a sound but with a weight, a heavy, suffocating blanket of gray mist that pressed against the glass of the conservatory door until the panes groaned under the sheer atmospheric pressure of the approaching winter, and in that pre-dawn limbo where the boundary between the sleeping mind and the waking world had grown thin as paper, Dr. Arthur Sterling saw the orchids...

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