The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it was pressed against the glass by an invisible, heavy hand, blurring the world outside into a smear of gray and charcoal that seemed to breathe with a life of its own. Arthur Pendelton stood in the center of the grand foyer of his family’s ancestral home, a structure of stone and timber that had withstood two wars and three economic depressions, yet which now...

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