The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The first thing Elias Thorne did upon waking was count the drops. Fourteen drops of the white ash in his dream, falling onto the blotter of his desk, each one heavier than the last. He sat up in the narrow bed of his quarters at St. Jude’s Asylum, the linoleum floor cold against the soles of his stockings, and waited for the sound of the morning shift to begin. It was 1904, and the air in the...

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