The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The watch is dead. "Put it on the desk, Arthur," I told myself, though the voice in my head sounded like Sam’s, thin and tired. "Just put it there and go." But I didn’t. I stood in the silence of the mill office, the air thick with the smell of wet wool and stale pipe tobacco, and I watched the brass face of Elias Thorne’s pocket watch. The mainspring was cut. I had seen the tool mark, a jagged...

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