The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The wool is damp, a cold, wet weight against the palm, smelling faintly of woodsmoke and the lanolin that never quite washes out of high-grade fleece. You hold it in your right hand, the fingers stained with the ink of the ledger you have just closed, while the morning light filters through the grimy glass of the estate’s kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes that dance in the stillness...

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