The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Elias. The name came from the hallway, thin and sharp, like a wire pulled taut against the plaster. You did not turn around. You knew who it was. It was the house, speaking with the voice of your father, or perhaps your mother, though the pitch was wrong, too flat, too dry. You were standing at the kitchen table, the ledger open before you. The paper was yellowed, brittle at the edges, smelling...

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