The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Nune Jovanovic was a clerk in Belgrade in 1913, and I had forty-seven jars of Lantern Yard oysters to count before the frost took the river. My cough was a wet, rattling thing that I tried to hide in my sleeve, but the hands were the true problem. They glowed. A faint, sickly white light, like the inside of a mussel shell, visible only when the gas lamps were dimmed. It was the pale exile, a...

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