The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The Pale Exile The house at the end of Caledonian Road did not so much stand as recede—set back from the street by a garden that had forgotten its own geometry, where box hedges grew into soft grey clouds and the paving stones surrendered their seams to moss. Alistair Finch had arrived there three weeks after the funeral, a single valise in his hands and the key still warm from his sister's...

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