The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Silvio Lancia, thirty-two, arrived in Vico with a clerk’s coat that smelled of damp wool and a ledger in his pocket that weighed more than his conscience. He had come to outrun the ghost of his brother, Marco, whose death had left a hollow space in the family ledger of debts and duties. The town was a place of black soil and failing wells, where the summer heat dried the air until the gas meter...

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