The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain that morning did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the High Street into a mirror for the weeping sky, and it was into this gray, damp silence that Thomas Bradshaw stepped, his collar turned up against the chill that seemed to seep not just into his bones but into the marrow of his being, a cold so profound and pervasive that...

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