The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ice was wrong. It did not sit on the lake. It floated. A sheet of blue-white glass, drifting inches above the water’s surface, humming with a low, subsonic thrum that rattled the teeth of anyone who stood too close. Elias stood at the edge of the pier. His breath came in sharp, white bursts. He adjusted his cuffs. The wool of his shirt felt coarse against his wrists. He looked up at the...

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