The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The champagne flute in Arthur’s hand trembled, not from the cold, but from the sheer, suffocating weight of the glass against his palm. He stood near the radiator, the heat pressing against his coat, watching the senior archivists toast with the easy confidence of men who had never once questioned the ink on a page. The 1890 land deeds were in his inside pocket, a small, hard rectangle of paper...

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