The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

14th October, 1942 Commissioner Halloway, I write to you from the infirmary at St. Jude’s, though my mind is elsewhere. I am fifty-three years old, and the rhythm of my heart has grown erratic, a slow, arrhythmic thud that shakes the walls of my chest. I require the transfer of my pension to my wife, Martha, in the village of Oakhaven. The delay in payment is no longer a bureaucratic oversight;...

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