The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The watch was fused to my wrist by the time I left the house. I did not feel the metal melt. I only felt the heat, a sudden, searing burn that turned the skin red and blistered, binding the silver casing to the flesh until the two became one thing. It was 1893, and Blackwood smelled of coal dust and wet wool. I am Elias Thorne, forty-two years old, and I am a sinner who has chosen his...

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