The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The paper was thin, translucent in the weak gaslight of the archive, and it smelled of damp limestone and old iron. Elias Vane held it with fingers that had gone stiff from the cold, reading the tally of his mother’s debts three times before the numbers stopped swimming. Fourteen pounds, six shillings, and two pence. It was a sum that did not exist in the ledger he had been sent to retrieve, a...

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