The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The ledger lay open on the desk, its pages swollen with the damp that had been seeping into the walls of the study for the past three years, a slow, silent rot that Elara Vance had learned to ignore in the same way one ignores a toothache that has become part of the face. It was November of 1912, and the light through the frosted panes was the color of old dishwater, casting long, grey shadows...

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