The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The letter from the Blackwood Textile Mill was thin, the paper so translucent that the ink of the return address bled through like a bruise. Elias Thorne held it under the harsh, flickering tube of the night shift office, his fingers trembling not from cold, but from the specific, grinding fatigue of a man who has not slept properly in three weeks. He was thirty-two, though the hollows under...

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