The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Mercedes Vargas held the line in the mud, her rifle steady while the rain slicked the slate hills of the Basque coast. She was thirty-two, a border officer who knew the weight of a wet wool coat and the grit of gunpowder under her fingernails. The smugglers had breached the outer fence, but it was not their boots she feared; it was the signal from the command tent where Colonel Halloway...

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