The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The telegram reached you at the Bodleian, where you were copying a tenth-century gloss. It was seven words long. COME AT ONCE. T BRADSHAW DROWNED. You read it twice. Then you set it down and continued copying, because your hand had not yet learned to stop. But the hand shook. You took the night train north. The carriage was cold. The other passenger slept. You looked out at the black glass of...

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