The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

Chapter One Eilidh Toshach had served thirty-two years in the Glenmoray Textile Works, a tenure measured not in medals but in the specific, grinding ache of her left knee, and on this damp morning in 1912, her sole purpose was to secure the pension that would allow her to die in a bed rather than a workbench. She stood in the inspection bay, the air heavy with wet wool and coal smoke, watching...

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