The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Act I Did you ever wonder what it costs to hold a line that no one else sees? The wind off the Vistula was sharp enough to cut the skin on my knuckles, a cold that had nothing to do with the season and everything to do with the fact that I was fifty-eight years old and my hands were no longer steady. I stood at the gate of the auction yard, the place where the farm belt’s last good things went...

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