The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

"You missed the suture on the filter again, Sylvio." The voice belonged to Brother Anselm, who stood in the doorway of the scriptorium, his shadow stretching long and thin across the floorboards like a crack in old plaster. Sylvio Depestre did not look up from the page he was copying. The ink was still wet, a dark, viscous thing that smelled of iron and rot. He was thirty-two years old, and his...

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