The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The car slid through the wet autumn leaves of the long drive, the engine humming a low, mournful note that seemed to vibrate in the bones of the house itself, a structure that had stood on the hillside for forty years, watching the seasons turn with a patience that was indistinguishable from neglect, and Margaret stood in the doorway, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her wool coat,...

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