The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The letter lay on the cold iron of the cell bunk, its edges soft from the damp, the ink smudged where Arthur Vane’s thumb had pressed too hard against the paper in the first week, as if he could flatten the words into silence. He read it again, the third time that morning, listening to the rhythmic clanking of the ventilation shafts above, a sound that had become the metronome for his own...

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