The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The air in the processing bay of St. Jude’s Industrial Pastry House did not smell of sugar, but of ozone and burnt hair, a metallic tang that coated the back of the throat and settled into the lungs like fine ash. Elias Thorne stood before the stainless steel counter, his hands still, his apron a pristine white canvas that contrasted sharply with the grime of the floor. Before him lay the batch...

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