The Pale Exile
The fog is thick enough to chew. You are Elias, forty-two, and the cold in your bones is not just the weather. It is the debt. Your brother Thomas died three months ago, leaving behind a house in Harrow’s End and a mountain of medical bills that the state will not touch. You want to sell the estate. You want the money. You want to be gone. But the town, a decaying coastal strip of rotting wood...
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