The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold, grey curtain drawn tight against the high, arched windows of the university library, blurring the cobblestones of Oxford into a watercolor smear of slate and moss. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of decaying paper and the faint, metallic tang of old dust, a smell that Margaret Holloway had come to associate with the specific, heavy...

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