The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ledger showed forty-three days until the solstice, and I had counted them on the back of a receipt for the butcher, the ink smudged by the damp that seeped through the stone walls of Blackwood Manor every autumn. We were a family of men who measured their worth in the thickness of their pulses, and the silver hand-shaped casket on the mantel was the only thing in the house that did not...

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