The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The lilies were dying, their petals turning a sickly yellow against the black wool of the suits, and the air in the study was so thick with the smell of stale wine and formaldehyde that I could taste it on my tongue. I am forty-two, a professor of history who has spent his life arranging facts into neat, harmless piles, and I am sitting in the chair my brother Elias used to occupy, staring at...

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