The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of Harrowgate into a slick, reflective mirror, doubling the dim gaslight of the streetlamps into trembling, fractured ghosts. Eleanor Vane stood at the window of her parlor, the glass cool against her forehead, watching the water streak down in rivulets that blurred the world outside into a smear of...

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