The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ring was worth four pounds, but the interest had eaten the principal. Mr. Vane stood behind the counter, his fingers drumming on the brass scale. He did not look at me. He looked at the box. The box was velvet, black, and smelled of stale tobacco and fear. It is not for sale, Elias. I stepped closer. The floorboards groaned under my boots. I had walked six miles to get here, my heart a...

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