The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages crisp and white, a stark contrast to the soot-stained windowpane of the Thorne house. Elias Thorne, twelve years old and sharp-featured, traced the columns of ink with a trembling finger. He needed the numbers to balance. He needed them to be right. Outside, the industrial roar of Oakhaven’s mills vibrated through the floorboards, a constant, grinding...

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