The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The light in the archive room was thin, a pale gray sheet stretched across the filing cabinets. I counted the hours by the angle of the sun on the floor, marking the progress of the day in shadows that lengthened and shortened. I had been here for thirty years, and in that time, I had cataloged four thousand, two hundred and twelve boxes of municipal records. My name was Elias Thorne, and I was...

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