The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Chapter One The air in the bayou settlement tasted of rust and wet rot, a flavor that clung to the back of the throat and refused to wash away. Marie-Therese Soileau stood in the doorway of the small, drafty room, watching the wind tear the laundry from the line with a violence that seemed personal, as if the weather had taken a specific dislike to the white cotton. She was forty years old,...

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