The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The first thing one notices in a cell is the count. You count the bricks, the cracks, the minutes. I have counted four hundred and twelve days since the magistrate’s gavel fell, a sound like a bone snapping in the dry air of the courtroom. I am thirty years old, Arthur Vane, and I am writing this from a stone box that smells of wet chalk and old iron. My left hand is cold. It has been cold for...

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