The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Thorne, you’re burning the curtains. The voice was Mrs. Gable’s, sharp and close, and I looked up from the ledger where I had been calculating the cost of a single day in this institution. The lamp, a heavy brass thing that cost more than my weekly allowance, flickered as the air around us grew thin. I was fifty-four years old, a former magistrate of some modest repute in the county of...

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