The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Elias Thorne’s hand trembled as he wiped the grease from the brass casing of the pocket watch, the metal cold and slick under his thumb, a small, hard thing that felt heavier than it had a week prior. He sat at the edge of the bed in the narrow room on Harrow Street, the air thick with the smell of damp wool and the faint, acrid tang of coal smoke that seeped through the window frame, while the...

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