The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The gaslight hissed, a thin, dry sound that seemed to scrape against the back of Elias’s skull as he counted the incisions in the specimen’s forearm, one, two, three, his fingers moving with a sluggish, deliberate grace that he knew was a lie. He told himself it was merely the weight of the afternoon, the heavy damp of November pressing against the windows of the anatomy theater, but the tremor...

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