The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

"Look at it, Margot. Look at the thing." You turn your head. Your neck clicks, a dry sound like a twig snapping in the snow. You are in the apartment on the fourteenth floor of the St. James Building in Chicago. The rain is hammering against the glass, a relentless, grey drumbeat. Outside, the city is a blur of neon and wet asphalt, a smear of yellow taxi lights and red brake signals. Inside,...

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