The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The dream began, as it often did, with the sound of a hammer striking wet wood, a rhythmic, muffled thud that seemed to emanate from inside the walls of the police station in Dunmore, a town that had long since traded its coal for rust and its pride for a quiet, gray resignation. In the dream, Sergeant Arthur Thorne was standing in a field of white salt, the ground crunching beneath his boots,...

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