The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ledger lay open on the mahogany desk, its pages white and expectant, the air in the office thick with the scent of dust and old paper. It was the third of November, 1893, and the light from the window was thin and grey, casting long, sharp shadows across the floorboards where the radiator ticked in the cold. I am Elias Thorne, clerk in the accounts department of Vane & Sons, and I have kept...

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