The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The scraper digs into the plaster, a dull, wet sound that echoes in the small room. You are Elias Thorne, forty-two, and your hands are stained gray to the wrist, the skin tight and raw from the friction. You want to leave. You want the transfer to the coastal station, the one that would let you sit by Mara’s bed instead of fighting this house. The transfer letter is supposed to be in the mail,...

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