The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The rain in the Nevada desert did not fall so much as it struck, a fine, icy mist that turned the air into a lattice of frost. Elias Thorne stood alone in Sector Four, his breath hanging before him in suspended clouds of white vapor, the service revolver in his hand heavy with the weight of his own impending ruin. He was forty-two years old, a man whose face had been weathered by twenty years...

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