The Pale Exile
Chapter One A man’s worth is measured by what he can carry without breaking his back. I stood in the warehouse, the heat pressing against my chest like a wet wool blanket, while the smoke curled up from the floorboards in thick, grey ribbons. My foreman, a thick-necked man named Gennaro, was shouting at me, his face red as a ripe tomato, blaming me for the negligence that had started the blaze....
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