The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The train had not yet reached the station when Elias felt the jar in his pocket begin to warm, a heat that seemed to radiate not from the glass but from the marrow of his own small bones, a sensation that was at once comforting and terrifying, like a fever breaking in the dead of night. He sat in the corner of the second-class carriage, his knees pressed tightly together, the brass-rimmed...

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