The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The oak door of the Thorne Manor groaned against its frame, a sound like a bone shifting in a joint that had long since calcified, and Elias Thorne stood in the center of the hall, his hands clasped behind his back, feeling the dust of the autumn afternoon settle on the shoulders of his wool coat. It was October of 1912, and the house, which had been his father’s sanctuary and his own...

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