The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The letter lay on the oak desk, its edges soft from handling. Arthur Vane held it in his left hand, the one that did not shake. The paper was thin, cheap stock, the kind the mill used for internal memos. It bore the seal of Halloway & Sons Textile Works, a red wax stamp that looked like a dried drop of blood. Arthur read the words twice. The ink was black, the font sharp and bureaucratic. It...

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