The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

You are late. The light is already failing, and the lamps on the market square are not yet lit, but the shadows are long enough to swallow a man whole if he stands still. Chapter One I arrived in Oulu on a Tuesday, the wind off the Gulf of Bothnia carrying the scent of wet iron and cold pine. I was thirty-four years old, a postal inspector from Helsinki, and I had traveled four hundred...

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