The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ink dried with a chill that had nothing to do with the November air, and I watched the line I had just drawn for the municipal hall’s central atrium vanish into the white paper, leaving only a faint, wet ghost of where it had been. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and for the past three months I have lived in a room above a tanner’s shop in Varnham, a city of soot and steam where the...

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