The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The letter from the Patent Office lay on the steel table, its seal unbroken, a small red dot of wax that looked like a dried drop of blood. I picked it up, my fingers steady, though the glass behind me was humming a low, wet note that I had learned to ignore. The date was December 18th, 1912. Three days until the solstice. Three days until the deadline that would either make me a partner in...

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