The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The complaint was not about the smell, Officer Halloway said, standing in the doorway of the magistrate’s office with his hat in his hands, his knuckles white against the felt. It was about the source. Thorne looked up from the ledger, the ink on his pen still wet, and watched Halloway shift his weight from one boot to the other. The office smelled of stale tobacco and the sharp, chemical bite...

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