The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Thomas. The name hung in the cold air of the Admiralty office, sharp and demanding, like a nail driven into wet wood. Chief Clerk Halloway did not raise his voice; he rarely did. He simply looked over the rim of his spectacles at the twelve-year-old boy hunched over the oak desk, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted the telegraph key. The year was 1904, and the winter wind rattled the...

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